Something strange
interrupted our conversation.
A bird of prey
swooped down,
reached out,
and grabbed my friend right off the ground!
As they disappeared,
I thought I that I could hear
his voice, from a distance, say,
“Sorry, I got carried away!”
The thought came to me suddenly- Where did the phrase, "carried away" come from, and what on earth does it have to do with rambling?
While my questions remained unanswered, I did come up with this :D
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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