G - The Geese
Today, for G, I offer a syllabic poem, 3/5/3.
The Geese
the geese were flying
south today
honking forecasters
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to be not a barnacle
walking away down the dock I notice the barnacles clinging to the piles at low tide https://pxhere.com/en/photo/917607 that’s their life clinging sending out little flowery legs to eat what floats by never moving dependent on the tide the whims of storm and baking sun I won't be a barnacle stuck on a dock accepting your lot as my life so I’m walking away ©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved Walking Away – Weekly Scribblings #40 https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/
So sweet! :D
ReplyDeleteI live in a valley, and the geese seem to fly up and down it depending on the season. They're due back now!
DeleteThey can be aggressive when they're in the park eating grass! And, oh, the poop they leave!
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