everything apart from
physiological needs
is some loony’s
whims embedded in a
regular day – repeated
till badly made
paper boat was
mistaken to be your
backyard pond’s crown
– simply because they
created ripples
in your rotting life
that’s been orphaned by
feelings
A Blind Bird 
Fantastic imagery. My kind of poetry.
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Thank you very much! : )
I loved your poem – Hang my head in shame – genuine and original.
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Thank you. Although written when I was still trying to figure out how to write, it spoke volumes. I did not add a photograph as I wanted my readers to capture their own image.
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Yeah, I read that note below the poem. That’s awesome I think – to let readers capture their own image – the best kind of poetry, in my humble opinion.
I really look forward to reading more from your blog. Thank you.
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And I, yours.
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