A Bird of Green Is Singing
A bird of green is singing me a song-
On my hand, bird waits and looks at me . . .
A cold wind reminds me that I must wake,
and snow is falling softly in my dream.
In dreams, I walk the frozen woods till morn,
and from my pen words just flow and drip-
Was born to weep, to write my verse in blood,
and snow was falling softly in my dream.
Words drownded in tears is where my pen will fall,
and deep and dark my words drip then meet . . .
A bird of green is singing me a song,
and snow is falling softly in my dream.
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May 10, 2017
(Edit from 2016)
Blank Verse/A Bird Of Green Is Singing
Copyright Protected, ID 899485
For the Blank Verse Contest , Old/New
Sponsor, Janice Carnedy
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