She flitters by
in blue transparency,
casting her liberality
to the crowd of gods
that wrestle at her feet
Love me , she whispers and they kneel,
Then
play my way
and we will get along
and the crowd says, Amen
and she turns to me, who refuses to bend
7 comments:
Hope you had a great world poetry day Carol. Like the ending
Almost bird season again. Whew, we made it thru another winter.
Nice!
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Oh, crud, I was supposed to sign that as bipolarplanet, not jane. Ugh. sorry about that.
this is beautiful.....
Wonderful to see more poetry from you.
Well done!
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