The Poet Finds Inspiration Then Meets Distraction
Whispers in the leaves
words spring from the grass
rabbit bolts across my path
verse floats to the clouds
and dissolves beyond my grasp
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I’ve experienced that rabbit. The “w” and “l” consonant sounds feel especially elusive
I’ve been there.
Yes indeed, I know the routine. Even though the words are disappearing there’s something lovely and almost comforting to me about them dissolving in the clouds. Nice piece!
Ah yes, the damn rabbit! Clever poem!!