Origami When words become a song My heart will make a bird Out of folded breaths Which drawn in will fold twice Make a song of few words Roost within my breast 'Til refolding multiplies Birdsongs I can sing As if my heart were all words Before breath unfold its wings
Marc S. Libidinsky's Questions:
1) Are the metaphors clear ?
2) Do the lines have quantity ?
3) Are meter & rhyme musical ?
4) Are conceit, and diction heavy-handed ?
5) Do ya like 'm ?