Little Wing

I like my shoes,

they like me too

tied up with screws

I painted them blue.

swoosh on the tongue,

bolt on the heel,

they make me run,

as i’m spinning my wheel.

I'm on the run

you’re not so near,

my ribbon’s been spun,

from my ice chandelier.

taking me back

to my little wing,

my velvet tree shack

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the painting in this one with your words, is like Pollack...
I just want to feel the words...they don't have to look like they make perfect sense....Life doesn't...never will.
j.

[D. A. Alson]

I really enjoy the flow of this. The way you painted an image into my head was magnificent. I'll keep a look out for more of your writing to come.

[Ranger Kessel]

thank you for the kind words. I appreciate them very much. I realize it's different, but when it's got to come out it's got to come out.