A piece of bread,
swelled by floating down this stream till
when the crust bursts at edge of it
resembles both a bird
and when the current turns it;
only the bird’s head.
Even innovative imagery is flawed,
storm tossed tones again miss being defined;
windows of invisibility look out on futility.
Calling something unnamed is still giving it a name.
The bird and the bread continue
unable to modulate its descent,
becomes saturated and the image fades.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
Offline) - Published: July 24th, 2024 00:47
- Comment from author about the poem: Written at the side of Chagrin River in Ghagrin Falls, Ohio.
- Category: Short story
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Comments4
What an interesting observation Dan .. Now captured here and for always ..
Deep thought in this observation as it seems that images are constantly changing.
The mind can suddenly create an image out of almost nothing, isn't it grand? Like looking at clouds and finding shapes that gradually fade. You express beautifully the minds eye, in something unnamed.
Thanks very much to all!
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