Out Loud

Through the clouds around us –
scribbling.
Above the clouds above –
erasure.

A crow caws twice
in the face of choice.
Too much of it and
we are frozen.

A trampling idea
brooks no thought.
A trembling child does
not want a lot.

A fish behind glass
tries to look busy.
A curious photographer
snaps furiously.

A young man all alone
scans the crowd.
An old man all alone
thinks out loud.

Advertisements

About mrsorenson

NOT my president
This entry was posted in poem, poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s