.
Birds
flew from
his mouth – larks,
sparrows, swallows and black –
they fluttered forth in strange formations
scribing wild story-land
adventures:
his great
love.
flew from
his mouth – larks,
sparrows, swallows and black –
they fluttered forth in strange formations
scribing wild story-land
adventures:
his great
love.
.
Thanks for the poem. I'm not sure what's its about but I enjoyed reading the words over and over again.
ReplyDeleteInteresting poem, Jim. Quite original. Words flow so beautifully. Silvia
ReplyDeleteI like this poem very, very much. I am commenting again after reading over. I love the rhtyhm you are getting from the words.Bravo, Silvia
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