Trying something outside my usual register. Being someone who lack internal imagery, this was difficult.
We can't breathe the wind, but its motion is what feeds us.
Spiraling leaves transform square into sea,
with pedestrian fishermen roaming it.
Seagulls, children, doing what seagulls do.
Planted elm rustles like a lighthouse for the blind,
applauding a sparrow hovering as if a hummingbird.
I sip my coffee, as the bird gently lands
on the coffee table in front of me.
Poetry by mickeko
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Written on 2026-06-21 at 11:23
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When air lays hands on the world
When air lays hands on the world, it breeds magic.We can't breathe the wind, but its motion is what feeds us.
Spiraling leaves transform square into sea,
with pedestrian fishermen roaming it.
Seagulls, children, doing what seagulls do.
Planted elm rustles like a lighthouse for the blind,
applauding a sparrow hovering as if a hummingbird.
I sip my coffee, as the bird gently lands
on the coffee table in front of me.
Poetry by mickeko
Read 15 times
Written on 2026-06-21 at 11:23
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