High Chirping


 

 

 

 

 

Ah, speckled bird with lilting song —

Thin notes that blend in quiet morn —

You yield in rain to longing born

In sky, to brilliant rippled course belong,

Far from the dusty earth forlorn.

© August 2018 Colonialist
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About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies.
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16 Responses to High Chirping

  1. oldegg says:

    I don’t think I have ever seen the wordle words written in the given order before. This needs much applause especially as the word count is small too. Not only that but the poem makes sense. Full marks I think!

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    • colonialist says:

      Thanks! It is my personal challenge to do it this way every week. Often the sense suffers, but for last week I think I got it particularly right. This week’s one didn’t turn out too badly, also.

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  2. jaerose37 says:

    How effortlessly this flows..a real accomplishmenr

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  3. Calmgrove says:

    Exquisite, Leslie, so evocative.

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  4. Gorgeous poem, and rhyming!

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  5. disperser says:

    That actually was an easy read. Nice.

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