My Fantastic Motif Poem by Ernestine Northover
My Fantastic Motif
One small leaf was being rolled down the pavement,
bowled headlong by the wind,
which sent it travelling at such speed,
as if the need was to use this power so vast,
to get to somewhere fast.
Then suddenly it became wrapped against a lamp post,
trapped.
It started flapping as the wind changed direction
and like a sprightly ghost,
was off again from its connection.
I was so sure of what it was,
but the more I looked at it,
I realised that it was only a tiny piece of a black plastic bag,
like a rag,
tumbling along the avenue,
stumbling over obstacles as it flew.
How can one be so deceived,
I believed in what I thought I saw.
I followed it as it tripped and skipped on gusts of air,
without a single care in the world.
Oh, how it twirled and whirled.
This my brief encounter with my plastic leaf,
My fantastic motif.
© Ernestine Northover
Perhaps your Brains' left-halve knew exactly what itwas doing, in providing you with the impetus & materials to scribe this most inventive piece of work, lass....I learned a loooooong time ago, in business....never sell what appears to be the all too perculiar aspects of the creative side of the Brain too short. As too many times, it has been my experience that creative, albeit a close relative to eccentric, can show itself as far smarter, and more productive, than the rationale & theoretical halve of our Brains.Then again, this be from the Brain of an incessant dreamer & tale-teller! Great Work, young lady....You still da' Gal! ~ FjR ~ ..2008..
Sometimes it can be so hard to see, but when we truly do see, we'll know Love duncan X
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4/24/2024 11:54:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A wonderfully imaginative piece Ernestine, top marks from me. Love, Andrew x