The bird's of the air are flocking around, to snatch the seed out of our mouth.The battle is urgent to save the seed, get it out now and watch them grieve.
You must have been enjoying yourself then, as it's said 'Time goes quickly when you're enjoying yourself'. Fido don't let me have too much enjoyment, in case I swoon!
I really must 'get out more'. lol.
A verse there in 6.7.5. format I recognise!
I don't say 'metres' now, as that's something technical, to do with stress on certain syllables.
I only end up stressed about them syllables if I try to 'metre'!
I was just getting ready to say something really witty and profound, but a nanosecond passed, and the thought was gone, oh well. It is whimsical and sobering at the same time dear poet.
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So true by the time we think of it, it is already in the past. A Haiku?
...could be but not syllabically or by its theme. Probably best to let each reader decide for themself. Thanks S.
Birds of the air
cool thought there. And these birds have a perch or a nest in which to retire.
The bird's of the air are flocking around, to snatch the seed out of our mouth.The battle is urgent to save the seed, get it out now and watch them grieve.
Seed snatchers! Oh my!
Not to worry, the fields are ripe.
You must have been enjoying yourself then, as it's said 'Time goes quickly when you're enjoying yourself'. Fido don't let me have too much enjoyment, in case I swoon!
I really must 'get out more'. lol.
If only! One day I shall make it a point to experience first hand what all this swooning is about. Then be done with it forever. lol
Oh woe! it's Fido, he don't let me have any 'excitement' - whatever that may include? lol. I swoon at the slightest 'hot' poem. heehee.
A verse there in 6.7.5. format I recognise!
I don't say 'metres' now, as that's something technical, to do with stress on certain syllables.
I only end up stressed about them syllables if I try to 'metre'!
same here oc. I just rely on the good ole ear-muscle memory for the stresses and accentuation.
Erm, how many metres is it? 100? 200? Are we about to run a race? I'm a confused laddie. lol.
time flies like the wind .. and fruit flies like banana's 🙂
almost read that as fruit flies fly like bananas 😀
I was just getting ready to say something really witty and profound, but a nanosecond passed, and the thought was gone, oh well. It is whimsical and sobering at the same time dear poet.
...that's so annoying how powerful nanosecond could be! An ailment that ails me.
Time is lie that if you have had a good day, and you must have had a good day.
Andy
That is so true!
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