Stray Petal


I spy
With my
Little eye
…..Little I
…..Little I
Stray petal

Drifting by
Borne on a brook
…..Feeding a river
…..Feeding an ocean
Relentlessly surrendering

As might some hardback
Missing its jacket
Yet its content
Awaiting rediscovery
And rebirth

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on May 14, 2018, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. UpChuckingwords

    I spy a poet.. a very good one

    Liked by 1 person

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