Conceit stumbled
when she met the better one,
flaring feathers with grace.
She should have known.
Next to her boss, she's tame
like an apprentice.
Revery travels way back
to where she was god
and ponders,
she shouldn't have left.
I love the succinctness of your style, Melanie. It says so much more, and more forcibly, than the more which is less!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have to agree with Michael, compact, powerful and enigmatic. Jxxx