Guess Who/What?

A Poem: Guess Who/What?



This is a poem I wrote on a whim. Guess who or what the poem is referring to and check out my comment box to know the answer. Good luck!

She traveled by air
To and fro, murmuring
In their language.

Dropping in, uninvited
She ignores the glares
Of the dinner's hosts.

And begins eating her fill
Licking the dinner plate
To savor the flavor.

Then, she rests,unwary
Of death approaching
In a crumpled newspaper.

Let It Go

Let It Go



Hummin': What Makes You Different by I-don't-know

Sometimes, it's easier to just let go.

When it becomes too tough, too difficult, too stubborn,

And you get rope burns from holding on too tightly,

LET. IT. GO.

It doesn't always mean that you're giving up.

Maybe it is merely giving space...

Or taking chances...

Or giving a little time to think.

Or maybe, it's because you're tired of holding on.