With Almost No Rustling Sound Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America

With Almost No Rustling Sound



with almost no rustling sound
oh golden my paper bird
folded its paper wings

I cannot fly it whispered shyly
only to me. I said:
I will inscribe you!

it began to rain.
oh why am I weeping
wondered my paper bird

almost aloud.
I said, half-proud,
you have become a poem.

mary angela douglas 14 august 2015

Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: bird,poem,poetry
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Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America
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