the joy of being a bird
must be enormous –
no one else
sings so long
* * *
crow testing my crow-ness
settles beside me
to scold the garbage truck –
my silence fails the test
* * *
first day in May,
jagged bits of sky –
stumbled upon
the first robin’s egg
* * *
© Sarah Whiteley
Not everything I write down becomes a full-fledged poem. But sometimes the fragments are enough to make me happy.
I love it when I am able to put fragments of thoughts together and discover I have made a poem 🙂
This works extremely well Sarah
David
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thanks, David! 🙂
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Love all three – but the second one made me laugh – ‘crow-ness’ – wonderful! K
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glad you laughed! I was laughing at him at the time – silly bird
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Sometimes fragments make good poetry, for they are more poetic in their truth. Came here through an old post of mine, glad I did. Your words refreshed me, and made me want to read more often.
Priya
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So glad you came by, Priya! It’s been a while!
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Much conveyed in a few lines about the scenes of spring.
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all three beautiful and a poem by itself.
groetjes, Francina
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Sings and wings. Lovely. 🙂
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I suspected you might like this one, Val 🙂
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