Forewoman Poems | Examples

Again, I Might Be Still

Arboreous green growing inside the fance 
contrasting the gray of concrete walls,
scars, caught in childness;

Broken buckets disting the field rounded by 
reminiscences in pieces like broken promises
useless like me around the pavement; 

Why can't I learn from the forewoman?
lessons write within' our flooded pages;

A bird that was not taught how to swing 
cannot high up the sea;

Again, I might be still when the shadow pain 
would allow me against the will; 

Three ways I can vare from it but none 
covered the need like the forewoman will;

Skinny Birds at the sky adding ardour 
balancing the paraview

Small as they are.. why can't I have such 
weight, for not to burden at the forelady's
packs.