Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Day 993: The Flying Notebook

April is National Poetry Month and so this poem seems perfect right now. And at the rate of writing a poem a day - it seems more than appropriate! 

The Flying Notebook - Billy Collins 

With its spiraling metal body
and white pages for wings
my notebook flies over my bed while I sleep—

a bird full of quotations and tiny images
who loves the night’s dark rooms,
glad now to be free of my scrutiny and my pen point.

Tomorrow, it will go with me
into the streets where I may stop to look
at my reflection in a store window,

and later I may break a piece of bread
at a corner table in a restaurant
then scribble something down.

But tonight it flies around me in circles
sailing through a column of moonlight
then beating its paper wings even more,

once swooping so low
as to ripple the surface of a lake
in a dream in which I happen to be drowning.

1 comment:

  1. The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection. See the link below for more info.



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