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Originally Posted by Dr. Drib
No, no, my good man, you're confused:
Wait 7 days (posting guidelines) and put up a Summer poem, now that Winter is here - where I live. 
ADDED: I meant to say that I enjoyed your poem.
Don |
Ah well, different strokes for different folks eh? In Response to Your Post (
i.e. not bumping as per the rules!)
Blackbirds
An endless stream of
blackbirds flows
like a river
in the sky.
I lie on my back
lost in my thoughts
as the sun
begins its descent.
I watch them born
on the western horizon
and disappear
into the east.
A constant flow of
life on the wing
moving for
reasons unknown.
I watch for a break
in the constant flutter
but it never
seems to come.
A few black dots
move away a bit
but are quickly
drawn back in.
I wonder where
they’re going
and why they
cannot stop.