A Hand-Held Poem Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Hand-Held Poem



Shadows of birds and things flittering about,
casting their patterns of darkness into my
mind's catacombs.

Always brought forward when they are ready to
enjoy their freedom in a hand-held poem.

Saturday, November 9, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,freedom,poem
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