Friday, March 25, 2011

Bad day

Bad day
Started out good
Turned bad
Got a few poems out of it

A dove flies by
Two crows peck at it
A hawk comes
The crows fly away

Something so pure and white
Became something else
First with playful blues and greens
Then stained with everlasting black

2 comments:

  1. You are amazing and make magic. Thank you for painting this picture with your words.

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  2. you should start a poem book. or file on your computer.

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