To The Poet Blackbird Poem by David McLansky

To The Poet Blackbird



It seems to me,
(Or am I obtuse?)
But language often,
Is a ruse,
A way to hide,
What thought’s expressed,
A curtain drawn,
A floor length dress,
A fabric sown
To conceal,
A bursting breast
And how it feels;
Your men must be
A difficult lot,
Else why must you
Obscure the plot,
Come my unseen
Chirping bird,
Confess your heart
In simpler words

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 12 June 2013

confess your heart in simple words, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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