I’m a feather
I fall gracefully
and I turn
and flip in the
breeze
I do not have anywhere to
go
perhaps down
perhaps I’ll catch the breeze
and fly to New Zealand
off I go
and then I land
for a moment
but it hurts too much
to remember the
wings that I lost
so I drift
away
again
and forget
that home I once had
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2 comments:
i like the lineation of this poem alot.. its sort of like the movement of a feather.. i also notice that you write alot about falling.. i think its a good theme
that's good advice.. i think i just get so frustrated with not understanding it, that i get a bad attitude about the whole class and it makes it even harder.. i'll try to convince myself that i adore french..
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