Friday, 6 April 2012

Poem 6: Blackbird

Finding the lost leaves
Of our hidden harmony
That misplaced reign of madness
Falls, tumbling like a sycamore's seed
Scything the air, purposeful
Yet landing at random
Spinning our wheels
Like a blackbird attacks a mirror


1 comments:

heavy hedonist said...

Shaking it up! this makes for a good sung poem, I think. I hear it, with that last striking image coming up and up.

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