depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
“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… Continue Reading “This year’s nests”
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 –… Continue Reading “As a bird”
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… Continue Reading “Love nest”
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