Swallows Poem by Adrian Thomas
Swallows
The Swallows fly high this evening
Chasing bugs.
For those little things they dart in changing directions;
Rise up, plummet.
Moodlike. Lovelike.
Today one is dead.
I pick it from the stones and place it in the undergrowth.
There it will rot.
This evening I shall watch the others.
Remembering.
(c) Adrian Thomas 2009
A caring share piece my friend...a splash of suttle imagery paints the scene well.....nice work Adrian.....shows you have heart
Life is fragile, and of course that is part of its beauty. Watching birds, mindful of their mortality, is a fresh take. Very nice. Thanks, G
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 10:05:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A symbolistical poem to be study and digested.......well written.....10