Author Topic: Sunday  (Read 588 times)

Offline boomer_48

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« on: August 22, 2019, 09:26:09 PM »
There's light,
Its tentative fingers
Pick at my eyelids,
The summer alarm
Of screeching Rosellas,
Wheeling and squealing
Their six a.m. greeting
She's been feeding them,
Seeding them, yet again
For days now.
Cockatoos will be next,
Flickering in swarms
Like airborne white linen
Against a Wedgwood-blue sky.
The scent of fresh coffee
That siren song,
Drifts in like a veil
Irresistible, beckoning,
A day, full of promise,
Waits outside the door
But first the papers
Breakfast and more.

Offline JTetstone

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Re: Sunday
« Reply #1 on: August 24, 2019, 10:49:43 PM »
I love the word picture you have created.
I hope you will post more of your work.
Thank you for sharing.    jt
It's a waste of time to try to teach a heart writer rules for writing.. Smile. jt