Gripping Birdsong

By well-wisher

Tue, 09 Nov 2010
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4 comments
 

Through the cracked window, the peaceful sky.

Birds are the breathing and heartbeat of days.
Small birds that leap like genius thoughts
from tree to hedge to telephone line.
Springtimes crowded classroom
fills the air with audible shimmer;
landing lights or stars that lead me
back to life.

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi well-wisher, A lovely poem, so expressive. I love birds so this was very meaningful to me. Thankyou for the read. Jenny.

 

Submitted by well-wisher on
Thank you, Jenny. I like birds too. My favourites are the Blackbird and the Songthrush.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn

Submitted by shoe on
I really like the image of the birds and the audible shimmer, lovely poem.

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on
Small but beautifully put across, agree with shoe something wonderful about an audible shimmer. :-)