A man pulls bread out of his trouser pocket with a shaking hand
and throws it towards the pigeons
Sometimes I catch a glimpse
of all the sadness in the world
It's most unlike me to share just-written work, but sometimes I like to be unpredictable, even to myself. So, this is a poem I wrote earlier this evening.
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3 comments:
I like it!
I'm curious about this "I" and realize the poem's not yet finished. Who is the "I" -- is it the trembling man? Is it a narrator? Is it you? One of the pigeons dodging an incoming breadcrumb? Would be interested to see where this poem takes you.
Nice - love the spontenaiety and open endedness of this one.
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