Stock-photo
‘Catch me not’
Flickering eyes
The poetic thought
Then flits in the morning air
Not unfurling
Yielding the path to
Egocentric “I”
messy and envious
calculating
a scheming and ruthless plan
of conformity.
Perched at the windowsill
preaching the patience
sagacious muse.
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Perched at the windowsill as if to weave life shrewdly I sense.
ReplyDeletePoetic thoughts can never come easy. Easily seen perched somewhere but yet elusive! Great lines humbird!
ReplyDeleteHank
A scheme may never be the best way, can ruin ones day and suck life away
ReplyDeleteA clever use of the prompt words.
ReplyDeleteThere is a playfulness of knowing perched on this windowsill...i love that!
ReplyDeleteI really love that third stanza...
ReplyDeleteThe imagery in the words are so much stronger than the image. This conversation of a kind, so enjoyed..
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
ReplyDeleteha. the playfulness...ever out of reach no matter how we scheme to try to catch it....i find that a fun part of the pursuit though....
ReplyDeleteIs anyone listening to the preacher of patience?
ReplyDeleteThe egocentric exhibitionism gives little fruit!
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