A New Poem… resembles a baby giraffe, dropped onto the ground, raising her head, struggling to stand on lanky legs her life depends on it or it mirrors a wild river cascading thoughtless over rocky terrain quickens, gaining traction as new streams enter pushes out—a new shoot, tentative, its two tender leaves driven upward toward fullness rarely pours onto the page whole lift your hands allow her the shape she already knows
What a wonderful metaphor, the baby giraffe, for a new poem! Brilliant! I particularly love these lines:
"...a new shoot,
tentative, its two tender
leaves driven upward
toward fullness..."
So nicely done, Amrita!
Thanks, Jan!
Sweet words...thanks for sharing.
I, too, love the giraffe and the tender shoot...and the thoughtless river so full of sound and sense, but there--sentient in its beautiful way.