My three.

The opportunities come in threes,
a series of words,
more dense than conceived.
The chance of a birth,
expansion of worth,
choose your best side, or flush out the lean.

A chain-link bends to break my knees,
to strain out clumps,
I swear I believed.
Or the potential you heard,
knocking absurd,
but sounds so familiar and green

Two hands in weaving seams,
solidify my three.
I'll be heard,
that much I'm sure,
the potential in the seeds.

The expanding sound still behind your feet.
Bound to now, and in my dreams,
where its features cling and grow out wings,
to return matured
then start to sing,
to return, now heard,
then sing so sweet.

Reviews

[¿]

This feels like if read once will go to the first line again! A perfect poetry for humming...great read😊

[arbitrary jane]

agree to the lyrical feel to this. the rhyme doesn't feel forced, (which is the number one reason i don't do rhyme) and you have some solid lines.

the clinging features that are also growing wings; the expanding sounds; 'bound to now'... very nice.

[roarke]

quite a song, I think the first vocally lyrical you've written.
All the stanza's relate well, invite the reader to listen as well as read. It seems you also are listening while writing, an effective combination. Nice piece.