Moth



fairy tales like butterflies
wake up in the darkness
the words rattle over the cradle
father fixes the hands of the clock
mother staples the shreds of the past
dog goes beyond being without a leash
I build with blocks the tower of time
rocking horse lulls me to sleep
I fly kites
free
from the world
behind the glass door
I'm looking for the light
on the way home




Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2017-06-21 at 19:06

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Thank you for posting this poem, and for several other excellent poems!
2017-06-22


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
There is a mystery to this. I enjoyed it.
2017-06-22


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! Anna
Ken
2017-06-21