I just found out I have 50 followers on this blog! I can’t believe it! I will honorarily thank
“Words of Birds” as my first follower and “Whorlstrom Poetry” as my 50th follower
one poem for each follower:
words of birds
in misty summer it happened
on the lamp post
on a lazy afternoon.
she thought she could hear
the words of birds just outside,
but the screen porch clink had left them
conscious:
Away, to fly,they said
and suddenly- she heard her love, disguised as a bird
in misty summer it happened.
Whorlstrom poetry
whorsltrom, the child was saying
the monster and the Bedouin
and the goat and the sheared ox
and the levy crossway park
and the highway ark
are like something out of a novel,
(and then the child knew
before he knew)
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