Poetry in Motion

I’m dreaming
I smooth out my edges and wrinkles
I fold back my body to form a paper airplane.
I pray I am not too heavy for the wind to carry me
to a place where your feet do not roam.
We live in a city so big that someone can break your heart
and never bump into you again,
there are so many people to hide yourself in.
I pore over books by women
with hearts even weaker than my own
but at least they made something out of them.
I am but still loose and blank pages
Not elegant enough for a sonnet
Taking up too much space
to be a haiku
but beautiful
in full bloom.

 

Formerly at caseoflen.wordpress.com. check out my work there!

 

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