September 19, 2013 by simonhlilly
WORD
Paper planes: Some glide, Some crash.
The subtle folds Lilt and stomp A trial by word, A swoop, elegant And pointed.
Hitting and missing Of targets. Languid language Airborne, Unconcerned, Once born.
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Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged analogy, floating worlds, language, metaphysics, page, Poetry, writing | 4 Comments
Mine always seem to crash and miss the target! Loved this.
I could see the plane. Nice. 😉
ahhhhh
“Languid language airborne” – marvelous, Simon!
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Mine always seem to crash and miss the target! Loved this.
I could see the plane. Nice. 😉
ahhhhh
“Languid language airborne” – marvelous, Simon!