If I go
If I go I won’t tell you.
I’ll just disappear one day.
Like when a cigarette ,which seemed so long,
suddenly has become smaller
and you never noticed it
because you were talking
about the meaning of life
while life was somewhere else
blown away with your smoke
into the sky
and then dispersed
never quite visible again
but still floating on the breeze
hoping to be caught
in a butterfly net
but unable to communicate
except by flying.
If I go it will not be today
but it will be an ordinary day
no one will realise
that it’s that day
that the bird flies
from her nest
to go to a new place
only seeing the deserted nest
he realises,
my bird has flown
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Breath Of Life
Leaking Pen
Dear Kate
We have a dear friend that paid her dues married early in life, raised a beautiful family, kept her house well managed, she even worked full time for a while, but now she wants to release her soul into poetry, painting and dance where her true calling is, sadly her Husband's heart shelters in jealousy, instead of honoring her gifts
and let the butterfly fly free, I love the metaphor from the cigarette and the smoke floating to oblivion, but I will notice you if your gone Kate, for I cherish your poetry, I hope you will be around for as long as the breath of life
beats in my lungs
Truly
Paul
I wrote it last year
Thank you,Paul.I wrote it last year but I like it.I am hoping to be around for many years.All trhe best,Kate
don't go...
don't go!
OK
It is not auto biographical..just my imagination..Thanks so much,Kate