David McLansky

Freshman - 992 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

To The Poet Blackbird - Poem by David McLansky

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 about To The Poet Blackbird by David McLansky

  • Gold Star - 36,508 Points Gajanan Mishra (6/12/2013 6:21:00 AM)

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

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 12, 2013


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