Sitting by the window,
Remnants of Springtime's past;
Flash by on the call of the Songbird.
Syllabic diversity, in temporal regularity,
Repetitive, and transformative patterns;
Dance on the waves of the air.
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Author:
Michelle Buckley (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I draw a lot of inspiration for thinking, and writing, whilst "sitting in the kitchen doing a bit of stitching." My kitchen is my inner sanctum...
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
If one listens to the words of this poem they become ever more true. That songbird and its repetitive song echo in memories.
Thank you...
A lovely write, may the songbird keep calling, enjoyed the read
Thank you...
You are very welcome
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