poetry happened a year ago...
we walked , talked, swayed
then one of us must have left another
or the carnival lights blinded
when i was looking for the hands that moved the puppets
my poems joined the circus
it will be another summer, another winter
then maybe spring shall bring us by
how will i look?,what shall i say?
will my poems know me from all the puppets that strayed?
one spring, one autumn,
maybe when i will be busy tying old knots
i will catch a stray poem
and plant it in my garden pots
then maybe forever
we will walk, talk and sway
or the circus will bring my poems maybe
in my fancies of blue and grey
2 comments:
Yes, your poems shall know you...but would you recognize your poems?
Good Writing! Cheers.
reminds me of a famous Neruda poem ....
And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me.
I don΄t know,
I don΄t know where it came from, from winter or a river.......
Nice!
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