PoetryPix
depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Tag: bird
This year’s nests
“Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, To some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year’s nest!” * A robin is not just for Christmas kitsch cards and rosy redbreast in sentimental snow – this blooded bully with its matador caped chest and eye, beady sharp as scissored beak is salve for wakeful winter midnights compulsive songster…
As a bird
free verse dismisses regimental rhyme overrules page forms lets accentuals loose liquid quicksilver lava flow – but no- dry dip-pen scratchings scuttle like crabs off sandpaper scatter almost scatologically cerebration, constipation Try Harder! – now there’s the strain bumbling stumbling block I just – must –…
Love nest
A kind heart is the hardest thing to keep; besides the bird that beats and flutters to the left a gaping hole appears – sickly self-centred it fills with timely knocks and scrapes and falls and foolishness each tear rolling more bitterly than the…
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