4:30 a.m. Going to Spain

Submitted by Sarah Bethany on Fri, 08/21/2015 - 10:39

Soaked in the concentrated
quick of existence
this bird song
is a sugarcube
dunked in the liqueur
of life.

Author's age when written
27
Genre
Poetry

Comments

E

Fri, 08/21/2015 - 12:34

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Love.

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

Lucy Anne

Mon, 08/31/2015 - 21:23

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I just realized how the word "concentrated" goes for both ways: existence AND "liqueur" of life. Sugar-cube. Ah. Good use of words in this short poem.
When will you post Martje?

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Maddi

Sun, 10/04/2015 - 03:24

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Oooohh savouring every word of this.

"Sugarcube"

Love it all.

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh