And again I say it
The things I know.
Don't think you can understand through the frosted pathways.
The iced-over lakeside is simply opaque;
Your judgement is futile and I wouldn't trust it,
Lest it breaks.
If only I could explain how much the icicles hide
You see beauty in snowflakes,
I see crying eyes.
In the eyes of the Peewee, you're all the same.
Unable to discern a thing called by a different name.
In one light the Piping Shrike, the Peewee as it's known
Is hiding from it's older cousins who will drive it far from home.
In similarities you'll find freckles of black and white.
But at the end of the day the Magpie wins in the endless fight for might.
~
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
Taking a break from Vocal; focusing on my anthology 🫶💖
AI is not art.
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith7 days ago in Humor
Comments (2)
beautiful<3
Nicely done. These lines were my favorite: If only I could explain how much the icicles hide You see beauty in snowflakes, I see crying eyes