A poetic short sword, to freely cut, chop or stab in hand-to-hand combat with my rats. (©, copyright, auteursrecht).
From the lawn
Under my window
A stork is watching
Not for bread
Which he rejects
So arrogantly
Just for me
Keeping a close eye
Watching my every move
As if he knows
I’m up to something
He sits there
Waiting
You’re currently reading “Vigilantia,” an entry on Gladius Poeticus
5.16.12 / 5am
I can see this… Fascinating poem as I’m wondering what the stork wants. Just succinct enough to keep you guessing, but enough to paint a picture.
5.16.12 / 5am
That’s exactly how it was intended. Thanks, Mikael!
5.21.12 / 2am
Having just read your ‘about me; page and your poem on Jessica’s eyes, I’d say the style works very well for you. In this poem I imagine that you are the stork, while we -sit here pomdering. Quite a fascinating and evocative poem put in simple language. Pleased to meet you. db
5.21.12 / 3am
The Gladius writing style (among other things) was created to protect me from ever experiencing a writer’s block again. Thanks for your quality comments. Pleased to meet likewise. Do come again.
6.11.12 / 11pm
Simple but nice… An experience we have all surely had at some point.
6.12.12 / 4am
Yes, it’s more a projection of the poetic mind. Thanks for commenting.
Suriname
Gladius Poeticus 
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