wingless
but oh do I ever
know how to bend
*
the sun, perhaps,
or a stick—for the bug, always
a reason to sing
*
at the precipice
I did not yet know
I could fly
*
falling apart, falling
apart, each misshapen piece
perfect
May 30, 2012 by Rosemerry
wingless
but oh do I ever
know how to bend
*
the sun, perhaps,
or a stick—for the bug, always
a reason to sing
*
at the precipice
I did not yet know
I could fly
*
falling apart, falling
apart, each misshapen piece
perfect
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First there was six, and then there was five, and now, four. Methinks I see a trend approaching.
While reading these, I noticed how often wings and flying appear in your work.
Of course, me being me, I delight in the fourth haiku’s paradox: falling apart…perfect.
That’s funny … I noticed the pattern, too … But now I am out of petroglyphs for a while … Need a new inspiration.
I have an awful lot of wings and flying, it is true. Birds and all things wing and that amazing gravity-defying act … Curious that so many of the petroglyphs involved birds and wings and flying, too … Well, at least that’s what I saw 🙂