runty traps
at the height of the sky
and over the runty countless traps
is flying
the simurgh!
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
Blueroad’s Poems (11)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| A Star | 1 | 06/11/2011 |
| The Sunset | 0 | 06/02/2011 |
| My Little Lovely Sun | 0 | 12/26/2010 |
| Butterflies | 0 | 09/21/2010 |
| runty traps | 0 | 07/23/2010 |
| Wooden Feet | 1 | 07/11/2010 |
| spring-cleani ng |
0 | 10/14/2009 |
| Happening | 2 | 09/22/2009 |
| The moment | 3 | 09/20/2009 |
| The man | 4 | 09/20/2009 |
| Waiting | 4 | 09/15/2009 |
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