Saturday, July 2, 2011

Saturday poem



I woke up with a dirge in my head,
the mockingbird's trill a car alarm shrill, 
a murder of crows
flying over the house, 
my room, the bed. 

6 comments:

  1. Sounds like the birds are keeping someone awake...

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  2. I like the playful feeling of this poem.

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  3. I hate those days. But you made art of it. Good art.

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  4. I love this. The Florida version would have been the same except for the murder of crows flying over the house. Here it would be a murder of Quaker parrots flying over the house.
    Love it.

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  5. I read this on Saturday when you posted it and it made me so sad. I've had you in my thoughts since. And counting crows too. I could say that i have had days like that, but maybe that's like comparing last weeks rain to Louisiana's Katrina.

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