maria goodison

Rookie - 124 Points (06,10,1983 / perth scotland)

Letting Thing Flow. - Poem by maria goodison

I'm sitting here,
seeing things flow
under the weeping willow.
I hear the birds up high
and dream that I
could fly so free.

I'm enjoying the sun,
beleiving I'm the only one
and drifting away in my thoughts.
The weeping willow keeps me safe
and hides me from the nosey people.
I have pen and paper
to just letting go
of all the strain in my life.

I'm sitting here seeing,
unwinding so,
letting things pass me by.
I have no wish to get up and go
no doubt in this show
no wish to join the rat race
no will to at all.
No worries to make money,
no need to feed
the fat cats at all.

Just to sit
under the weeping willow
and let things flow.

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Comments about Letting Thing Flow. by maria goodison

  • Freshman - 1,313 Points Jesus James Llorico (7/24/2013 8:17:00 PM)

    Sometimes we get into a mood where we just let all things flow,
    this is it..i.e. (believing I'm the only one) , this is deep, something
    about love that let all things flow. a beautiful write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013


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