I am a bird.
a weird wonderful bird.
I lie.
one can wish
can they not?
to spread their figurative wings
to fly away
drift off?
or make home in the branches
of my literary tree
mental product mountains
that would be nice to see.
i'll write my own sell by dates,
thank you very much.
(Copyright Poppy.H.Dyer 2011)
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Unrelated... A series of weird and wonderful poems
PoetryA collection of the unusual and the very usual poetry, A collection, a series, A set which grows over time © P.H.Dyer, 2011-2012 All rights reserved Note: I have had issues with people using my work without authorisation, and so I've had to put thi...
