We stop beside the flamingos,
their necks more question marks
than exclamation points—
I revel in their improbable beauty,
how their very being
brightens the bleak midwinter,
wonder if I might
not find a little
pink in me.
January 21, 2018 by Rosemerry
We stop beside the flamingos,
their necks more question marks
than exclamation points—
I revel in their improbable beauty,
how their very being
brightens the bleak midwinter,
wonder if I might
not find a little
pink in me.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged beauty, flamingo, poem, poetry | 2 Comments
Such a human reaction in the last 3 lines! It ties the reader to what would otherwise be a travelogue. And also inspiringly metaphorical!
Wishing you a little pink, too!
Xo
r
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