Oh, the Fluttering
In my thoughts poetic words are swirling,
tumbling and whirling like caged birds;
trapped and reckless,
oh, the fluttering !
I hold my pen and sad words drip, drip,
bleeding upon my new white page;
oh, the weeping,
oh, the fluttering !
The pages of my life are old and frayed,
past ornate gates voices call my name;
the tombs are wet,
oh, the fluttering !
(of the caged birds in my head)
__________________________
May 19, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Oh, This Fluttering
Copyright Protcted, ID 20-1253-301-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to Brian's Choice L Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment