Escaping their dictionary prison
the words fall
scattered on the floor
Finding old friends
in the lines of a poem
their new prism
They are cats lying in the sun
Waiting for critics
to come chase them away
Escaping their dictionary prison
the words fall
scattered on the floor
Finding old friends
in the lines of a poem
their new prism
They are cats lying in the sun
Waiting for critics
to come chase them away
I am a retired entomologist/educator and have been writing poetry for a long time. It's only been in the last few years that I have taken it a little more seriously. I keep trying through writing to find new perspectives that reveal the layers of meaning that are always there, just below the surface of the obvious. I write because I enjoy it, and sometimes it helps me understand the world and myself better.
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