rolling out of bed
ambling into coffee
combing out my dreams
bending my thoughts
goldfinch graze thistle
jaunty black cap
tipped onto round eyes
orange beak and feet
mustard yellow suit
charcoal wings
white bars
he opens beak hissing
paler bird hisses
mouths touching
seeds fly falling
whispers of promise
piano riff rolls
melody becomes mood
a new day
feels bright
alive
easy
3 comments:
Dearest Rob, I love how you have allowed yourself to succumb to the poetic way of writing. You're really terrific at it!
POET
"combing out my dreams"..."melody becomes mood"...love these lines...good stuff, berta!
oh, gosh, I am thankful you guys noticed.
xoxo
rob
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