Surrender

[Dtergent]

The iron rods from the ladder cleft my feet and
White paint flecks my reddened palms.

...

The hustle and hum of the world below
Become a drone when I see

A tiny brown sparrow land
On a single blade of grass.

And they swing
Like a jack-in-the-box
In the wind.

 

[cherub]

very vivid in your writting,,, why don't you write more ??? great work

 

[Dtergent]

Thanks cherub! I hardly ever write, because I'm too busy. That's a poor excuse, but I try to do it as often as I can.

 

[(Wordy)]

I like this very much. Arresting imagery...

 

[yakksoho]

I love it, the flow of the stanzas and the lilt of the lines. Meaningful and beautiful and succinct. It has all that melancholy of true beauty; the appreciation and humility in awe.

 

[Dastrix Slogan]

Thanks cherub! I hardly ever write, because I'm too busy. That's a poor excuse, but I try to do it as often as I can.

You definitely have my attention, would love to see more of your work.

 

[Mary Poppins]

gorgeous imagery, it felt like an instant's appreciation of beauty on one of those hot days where the heat pulses and buzzes like a cicada.

i like it very much

 

[plazma]

Beautiful work.

-plaz out-

 

[Dtergent]

Thanks guys

 

[DeirdreScott]

Whoa... Cool... Your words make me feel like I'm right there in the scene with you. Lovely use of words.

 

[(Wordy)]

*bump*

Mary Poppins (perfectly) captured what I love about this poem:

an instant's appreciation of beauty on one of those hot days where the heat pulses and buzzes like a cicada.