Sara Kendrick Poet Verse

Swallows In the Fog

Moisture coated chair and table
     Silvery fog everywhere
Birds sing happily 'pon wet limbs
     A few fly in thick air

The Swallows are back flying high
     Hunting bugs over fields
Their sonar a guide where sight fails
     Bouncing off bugs their peal 

My thoughts like a three ring circus
     Bouncing around in my head
Foggy confusion dominant
     Time on the porch clear dread

My free time soon to diminish
     Noise, bedlam will increase
Lord, help we take it with patience
     Let my spirit love release

For every good thing there is a bad thing to counter act the joy....

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Bl Devnath May 3, 2013 at 4:01 AM Wonderful piece. I agree with Nette. Loved always, bl

Kevin Callaghan May 1, 2013 at 7:08 PM good stuff,i feel the reality of the pole,s to acknowledge is life thank you

Debbie Duncan April 30, 2013 at 11:17 PM I like this Sara,,,, I always look on the bright side, there might be a bad side to the good side, but I alway try not to look over there ;} you have a blessed day ;}

Richard D Seal April 30, 2013 at 7:37 PM I rarely give a wow Sara, but this is a WOW. It's truly beautiful, the third stanza I adore, it's a poem in its own right. This goes to my faves. Take care, Richard

Russell Sivey April 30, 2013 at 7:36 PM This is by far one of your best poems that you have shared with us on the Soup! I truly loved reading this incredible and enlightening write this evening! What a lovely piece, such a talented quill you hold Sara, Great Work!!

Harry Horsman April 30, 2013 at 3:05 PM again your visual aspects to your poetry is wonderful Sara..

Sheri Fresonke Harper April 30, 2013 at 12:00 PM Excellent poem Sara, enjoyed seeing two of my favorites fog and swallows in a poem together.

Nette Onclaud April 30, 2013 at 11:56 AM patience erases the bedlam... a wonderful poetic approach, sara.. enjoyed this..:)