The Birds Poem by Clive Blake

The Birds



The dawn broke;
Shattered beyond repair,
The birds spoke;
Chirps of joy, cheeps of despair,
The fog rolled;
But there was no dice in sight,
The birds strolled;
They were in no mood for flight,
The fog sank;
Once gone, would it be mist?
The birds preened;
Making their sleek bodies list,
The wind blue;
Colour blind though it was,
The birds flew;
Who knows why?
Just... because.

The Birds
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: bird loving,birds,nature,nature love,bird
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem was published in the book 'View Points and Points of View' in 2009.In the book, it is combined with a photograph (phoetry) .This poem + photograph + audio of the poet reading it, can be found on a Free iPhone/iPad App by Ross Blewett entitled 'Phoetry1Free'.Poem read by the poet.Audio recorded by Steve Nunn of Cornmill Studios, Cornwall.Photography by Chris Robbins, Cornwall.Permissions: I give my permission for any individual, library or educational establishment, to use any of my poetry, as long as I am credited as its author and it is not used in any commercial way.
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