The agate in his pocket,
The weight on his mind,
The pebble in his shoe,
His worry stone…
I love poetry and I have a handicap, I can’t wrap my head around writing any 😦
Poetry is letting the illogical mind have its say; it’s life in metaphors; it’s playing with words, giving them rhythm and music when you can’t read a note; it’s grabbing life by the throat when it takes your breath away…. it’s staying unbuttoned long enough to fully feel it.
My definition anyway.
lets just say, I missed the poetry talent class. At least I enjoy poetry though
That’s what matters. Poetry is subversive too, I read somewhere.
Very nice writing – love the contrast at the end.
Thank you. I learned a few things reading a lot of great haikus. Smile.
Nice simple and understandable poem that is very relatable.
Thank you. From time to time I produce those too. 🙂
What are the others that you produce?
Haiku type and not quite Haiku. You may want to check Glorious Morning, and anything with Dawn or Winter Sun in it. Snapshot-No Camera is a fairly standard poem that may amuse you. Go ahead explore!
This is a good one………….from meme ……writing authority. lol
Glad you liked it.
Thank you. Yes you are!
Interesting. Thinking …
No. Just thinking it is perceptive
It’s a gift. Laughing.
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