This Poem




This Poem

I don’t want this poem crafted
with stanzas
or to end with a shocking ‘surprise’

Most certainly I do not want this poem to gob-smack
you right in between your eyes

I want this poem to be like a muzzle that sneaks up behind for a little cuddle 
I want this poem to be soft, feathery, and brown
I want this poem to grow right from the ground
I want this poem to be lighter than air
I want this poem to float everywhere
I want this poem to sing a sweet little song
I want this poem to just happen along
I want this poem to vanish as you turn your head
I want this poem to greet you as you rise up from your bed
I want this poem to fly fly away 
and to come back at the end of the day 
I want this poem to give you a thrill
I want this poem to meet you over there on the hill
and if you're in doubt the same time next year
I want this poem to reappear.


© Karen Powell



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  2. In celebration of spring and of all of the birds 'comings and their goings...' (This is an old poem that went through rehab.) And now it has had a 'born again' experience! ;-/

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  3. I like it! How did I miss so many posts? I read and commented on two at home and now taking a break at work - what a treat!

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  4. Thank you (so much) Lynn! I will be away this weekend so I thought I'd throw some things onto the blog in advance!!! In trying to resurrect this blog I am doing a lot of re-writes (which is actually FUN.) So glad that you enjoyed this meager offering "This Poem." :-) Sending vibes for a groovy weekend ((( your way))) too! :-) We could use some good weather here!!!! Argggggh. Karen

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