When we were birds we perched on trees; we cleaned
our wings and then headed east. We caught the
rising sun, tied it to our beaks, and brought
it with us home. Then we caught the setting
one, so that our daytime felt more complete.
5 lines, 10 beats per.
Been a while since I had to open up my brain and look inside.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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