I say, “Can you see?”
The dawn’s early light fades with a wave,
Waning in wanton abandon, wanting the waft of the weary wayfarer.
The hint of listless liberty, light on the tongue,
A swallow swoops, swallows secrets soft on her beak, a pique of liberty.
About the Creator
E.K. Daniels
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
Keep reading
More stories from E.K. Daniels and writers in Poets and other communities.
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
well written, love this
Oooh, I love this one. The sensations roll. I love the call back to the national anthem. And the symbolism is fantastic; that swallow, that whole last line... beautiful work. I'd love to see this one place.