Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Magpie Tales

You saw me and laughed.
Brittle, the sound broke me.

I fell from the past
into the future you 
so brightly painted
on the balmy air.

Underneath me, my bike
broke, threw my caution

to the winds, catching
your hair, holding you 
back - it was a dream
I believed to be real.

You saw me and laughed.
Brittle, the sound broke me.










2 comments:

  1. Love teh way your poem moves - smooth flow.

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  2. This is a well-made poem I think - I like the imagery of the second verse and the way the lines of the third and fourth verses flow together works very well and draws me back to read again.

    Thanks for visiting my site this week.

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