we are as fragile, he says:
fingers pleating paper as if
he knows the constructs
of heaven and hell
the alignments of life and death;
place and dust
a casual and random flight
loosed once and nosedived,
airplaning into what’s forgotten
we are as fragile, he says:
fingers pleating paper as if
he knows the constructs
of heaven and hell
the alignments of life and death;
place and dust
a casual and random flight
loosed once and nosedived,
airplaning into what’s forgotten
There is a bigger poem in there Susan. Wow is there.>KB
Thanks–I agree. This is just what woke me up and made me write it down immediately.
I’m glad this is metaphorical since I’m flying today.
Eeks–at least not in a paper airplane…
I understand this spiritually and philosophical ~ Susan would you help me find info on Sedoka poetry dear?
Sure, Deb–this is the only place I have seen it:
http://dversepoets.com/2013/06/20/form-for-all-the-princess-secret-love-poem/
ohh thank you dear! You’re a friend of friends !
We are as fragile… we are, more than we know. Yet, we are so much stronger than we know. We are curious beings. In any case, fingers pleating paper as if he knows the constructs… love it.
Aw, Nelle–thank you!