you're like a bird of paradise
that blooms in my yard
the bud has been swelling
for days and days
and is feeling the urge to open
softly stroked by the mid day wind
near violently shaken with night gusts
moistened by showers and ripened by light
stroked by sun beams and kissed by the moon
inside are feathers of purple and orange
pollen on pistons that know
delicate tendrils and ragged edges
displays something so beautiful
content to sit here under the eves
listening to the play of clocks
knowing it will always come round
and sometimes i just like to watch
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Reviewed by Oisín Breen (Reader)
Reviewed on February 24, 2003
like a bird of paradise. very affirming piece
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on February 23, 2003
Debby, haven't been here in a while.
Enjoyed my visit.
~E
Debby This took off to fast.
smiles.....
"content to sit here under the eves
listening to the play of clocks
knowing it will always come round
and sometimes i just like to watch "
I am always content to sit a spell in your words. they are always comforting.....
Lady peg
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Enjoyed my visit.
~E
Bonnie
smiles.....
"content to sit here under the eves
listening to the play of clocks
knowing it will always come round
and sometimes i just like to watch "
I am always content to sit a spell in your words. they are always comforting.....
Lady peg