SWAN

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SWAN

I look out the piece of glass that seperates me from the outside world
I see a beautiful swan dancing on the lake
I imagine I am that swan peacefully gliding by
no worries in the world
my only responsibility is to swim and be admired
As I am daydreaming ...a family of ducks approach the swan
they engage in conversation, it seems, then they each go on their way
it is almost as though I could hear them talking about how nice the water felt today
and how they wish the sun would shine a little more
Suddenly out of nowhere... a hawk swoops down
For a moment, I am worried
I know not if the hawk will harm the swan or the family of ducks...
but alas, he does not
he simply lands in the grass, and digs up what seems to be a worm
or bug of some sort with his beak, then he flies away
as I watch him leave, I imagine...I am a hawk
big beautiful wings, with the abilty to fly high,
and swoop down out of nowhere
intimidating everything in sight
but no, I could not be that hawk
I am more like the swan
gentle, kind, peaceful
unaware of the beauty people accuse me of having ....

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

1HARMONY’s Poems (6)

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I would 1
THE WORLD 2
CANCER 2
THANKYOU 3
eMpTyV 1
SWAN 0