Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Like Some Fable In The Labyrinth

As a fragile bird
Fallen
Only to be set back
Gently into the Labyrinth

Darting,
As a foot came down
Unsure, I swerved
Corralled
Within some kind of moat

Alone, to contemplate
Where they filled my head
&
Hoped I'd float
But I still found
A way around it

Well time,
&
Butterflies I’d grasped
We drifted
Like fugitives
Where I knocked on doors
&
Got kicked out
Of playhouse floors


Yet as I walked along
I spied
Some playful fronds
Swaying-
Across a neighbors wall
No taller than I
Resembling a broom
&
I would of sworn..
They were Reeds
That graced the Nile..
I’d walked along

It was then
I flew off to Kansas
Stayed too long
Like in
Some kind of fable..
Then came home late
To set the table-

5 comments:

Pacey said...

Beautiful poetry here Gina, did you make it? wow...you're a genius.

Regina said...

Drifted like a fugitives?
So deep. I will read it again:)

Have a lovely weekend dear fiend.

Kilauea Poetry said...

Hey..thank you Pacy & Regina..ya, so glad you came by for this read..brought some cheer this morning- Hope you guys have a great weekend too-

Carrie said...

Beautiful poetry and the pictures! Oh, what exquisite rendering of God's creation!
Thank you again for blessing us
Carrie

Kilauea Poetry said...

Thank you Carrie! Appreciate your encouraging words -awesome!

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