#287 of 365 – “green fields”

“green fields”


I want to play,

roll around

in my words

like they’re dirt

drink them

taste them

as if they’re


I want to splash

like they’re puddles

dive in

like they’re lakes

smear them

like mud

all over

my face

I want to build things

stack them

one on top

of the other

skip them

like stones

across deep

friendly waters

I want to run

in green fields

with them tied

to a string

and toss them

in music

just to hear

what they sing



About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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