Saturday, April 4, 2015

once I think of you as...

once you were ducklings in a book,
face to face,
with yellow tiny wings
and hard brown bills,
you quack silently
and the whole world heard you.
now you are an adult goose
with long snaked neck,
and a white feathered body as a bird,
you stretch your mind to the moon,
and snatch water lily for snacks,
diving your head down to sea bed,
swimming your poems as fish
as you play hide and seek with Thunder storms.


Anonymous said...


Malia Craig Tagg Lawrence Page said...

amazing imagery.

Anonymous said... the theme.

Unknown said...

it does help when you put words together and make a case.

Anonymous said...

awesome names.