and there,
with just the slightest breeze –
the spirit of unwillingness
is
now
set
free
and i,
with my careworn unease,
relinquish my unwillingness
to
just
be
me
and there,
with just the slightest breeze –
the spirit of unwillingness
is
now
set
free
and i,
with my careworn unease,
relinquish my unwillingness
to
just
be
me
Nice: love the words swaying, like grass, in the wind.
It’s not always easy, though.
scary! You are having too much self generated fun being in control of so many forms and using them so successfully-even communicating ideas and emotions -in poetry. Is it work? or just play?