I flirted with
the sun as it
blushed
pink
through the trees,
their naked branches
spread wide,
wet with dew.
Sticky sweet
dawn
winked with the
promise of a new day.
Swans mate for
life
and die in the spring.
And she
lied a little less than
the moon, and
the fog, and the
wet cat drunk on
feline dreams.
Her eyes looked like
they hated her face;
like they
wanted to
leap out, and
roll down the street,
find a mountain brook to
wash off all they had seen.
She saw too much...
felt too much,
as the fractured dawn
laughed
and flew away like
a mockingbird.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
I like mockingbirds and have watched them from mating, egg laying, raising their young and admire their loyalty and fighting spirit to defend what they have. Nice write
Thank you.
You might want to check out my poem "Mockingbird"
Beautiful lines painting an evocative imagery. Nice write!
Thank you.
Good write T.
Thank you.
Oh I enjoyed this one...."She saw too much, felt too much". Beautiful!!!!
Thank you.
a true poet of a modern world;
Thank you, that means a lot. Could I use that as a quote to promote my latest book?
by all means Thomas.
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Fine words Thomas.
Andy
Thank you.
Use of beautiful symbolism capturing the soul of a woman in an erotic and human way… “her eyes hated her face” and washing the eyes away from all that she had seen and hated about herself. One can discover so much more by reading this poem, more than once.
Thank you so much.
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