stolen like a day on the run

stolen like a day on the run
fledged like a bird or a butterfly
by the motion of facing life
held like a newly hatched chick
in the palm of your hand

it's all about poetry
the way you search for words
in the rolling tide
in the slow breeze
above harbored water
rainbow oily

there's a slow ticking in bushes
where sparrows congregate
in the cool of the afternoon
one thought can make a difference

stealth is a looking out for more
look out
there are men running
for more hot chocolate and ties
pointing to the loot

severity is a trick
invented by the men
you fat feed everyday
with the work of your intent

there are villages
where memory is not far
from the living
once in abundance

it's all about poetry
the way these words
finds your heart
in a sudden flash



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-06-26 at 16:27

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It's sll about pietry! I loved the last stanza.
Ashe
2017-06-27