Aerial

Opposite
There was an aerial so tall
The wind could willow it.
Lash it like a whip had it....
I used to shout "yeehaw!"

Replaced.

By a contortion of tight wires
That to me resemble
An owl reading a book.
He sometimes has the moon
As his lamp.

Sometimes I wish he'd get
His whip out
And stop being so stern...
Perhaps i have to learn
I am not the girl
I was before.

I wonder what he's reading
And if he will ever wave back.








Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-08-05 at 02:17

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Linda, I enjoyed Maze, but Aerial really got me. There's just so much to consider: freedom versus structure, aging, and, above all else, things which look like other things. Nice work.

Larry
2010-08-05



I meant to say: I DON'T know about waving . . . .
2010-08-05



I know about waving, more likely he'll text you.
2010-08-05