Mother told me she was writing, she <br />grinned and read enthusiastically from her <br />notepad, “Love is like a bird, love is who you <br />are, ” and I cringed into a smile, loving <br />my bird-like mother for wandering into herself. <br />“Little lovelost dove, ” I crooned <br />into a fake microphone to a World <br />craving poetry and truth <br />and armed for pain and lies. “The essence of life is…” <br />I only need <br />to feel poetic, chirped the birdgirl, <br />kissing goodbye the fencepost between youth <br />and wisdom, <br />taking off into the heavy blue wind, <br />feathers blending in with the clouds, <br />as she flew to nowhere in the sky.<br /><br />Zoe Nyght<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-world-poem/
