Thursday, April 18, 2013

I am a Feather

Now tall Agrippa lived close by
so tall he almost touched the sky;
He had a mighty inkstand too,
in which a great-goose-feather grew.
—Heinrich Hoffman

taken by the wind
landing on a roof
dropped to cement
twisting in wind currents
plastered against a window
or waiting for a breeze
to change directions

yet give me an ink well
and I control the wind
lower the roof
alter cement to a sea of moss
change twist to dance
create the breeze
select where to go
release my words
into the world

Day 18
April National Poetry Month
Prompt: I am a —————


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