Your breath quickens
you shed fear and form
become bird
Your pin feathers whistle
the swollen silence of night
above the blue turning globe
When the sun singes the lid of dark
you slow sink to ground
skull lit with flits of color
by Karen George
~ Found poem composed/modified from Jean Valentine’s poem “Waiting”
a real find!
Thank you!
As poets, we celebrate each found poem.
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