John Lawless Poet Free verse

become as we

Sitting alone she whispered:

“I wish I had Poetry”

A passing butterfly
           Offered her wings
A setting sun
          Its “orange-ness”
The passing breeze
          Its scented story
The croaking frogs
         Their harmony
10,000 insects
         A riffled hum
A distant Loon
         Its eerie call
A silent Owl
        Blinked
               Its eyes saying

“we are poetry”
             “become as we”

She no longer sits alone

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Hilda Greenhough March 19, 2024 at 5:08 PM Such insight. A good poem of poems.

Jeanette Swan March 19, 2024 at 3:26 AM Faved. Love this: the livingness of poetry, or the poetry of livingness. J:)

Arthur Vaso March 19, 2024 at 3:00 AM Very beautiful indeed!

Lin Lane March 18, 2024 at 6:20 PM A poet has the ability to become all the creatures and the elements of nature you personified in your lines, John. There is a fairytale quality that’s magically enchanting.