A Rondine

A Rondine

Nevertheless

Nevertheless, this valley’s a secret
that’s lost its key. Locked. Forgotten.
There’s a river down there but you
can’t see it. It’s down below the soil,
and not a spot of it can be seen from
where I stand. But it’s a riverbed,
nevertheless. I’d like to up and vanish

like that. Do without myself in much
the same way as you might slip off
your shoes after a long day. I’d Just
slip into green hills and endless sky.
Nevertheless, it is what it is.

 

for Poetic Bloomings. Poem form: A Non-Rhyming Rondine. © Misky 2020 This is a reworked piece from one written yesterday. Photo by Dawid Zawiła on Unsplash


4 responses to “A Rondine”

  1. Even without rhyming ( which seems forced so much of the time) I love this reworked piece. I just love what it says and “I’d like to up and vanish” too, “into green hills and endless sky.”

    like that.

    Liked by 1 person

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