new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Another masterpiece. And when I come here, the same thing happens when I start to read.
As if that branch cannot bear to be left or does it tremble in honour of the exodus? Wonderful poem, Vassilis.
Like the imperceptible trembling of a parent, sending their offspring out into the world for the first time alone, joy & trembles mixed. Having watched a tiny bird once embark on his first flight from the nest, only to fly headlong into a neighbor's wall and fall, suprised and dazed, down onto the grass (he picked himself up and skitted across the grass, apparently none the worse for his first encounter with autonomy), I understand completely that trembling branch, ha ha. Great poem, Vassilis!
William,Thanks, you old bird--you drop in so often it's a wonder the branch hasn't broken yet! Right on, Elisabeth and Annie--I thank you both for going out on this limb for me!