Charles Monroe

Birdus Blancus - Poem by Charles Monroe

White Birds and Vipers
Investing in Diapers
She crawls towards the light
And cries out the night
'I'm not that much into Right'
So you write, right?
'No I... Right Write-
But do not know if I Write Right,
Only when I ... Write-Write'
'Right? , Right? '
These damn birds in the twilight
Had to be white-white
I'm losing your eyesight
In the Tokugawa Era:

-In the Ancient Pond
The Frogs Jump and they Enter
The Sound of Water.-

- - Matsuo Basho (translation by Charles Monroe)

Though blurred in the vision
Return in position
'Them White Birds Fur Dinna'
'They burn in the kitchen-
Now quitin' yal bitchin! '
I Rummage with ramesh
And rubbish the language
Wordsmiths with Wordsworth
The Woodworks of Wordsworks
We heard how the word works
The Ink-smiths with pink slips
The finest of bean dips
With chips from long trips
Of lands from afar.
I am boulevard night decor
Graffiti on Anti-Graffiti
I am but imagined words;
I am the White night-bird.
3.4.14 2: 57am
Los Angeles, California

Comments about Birdus Blancus by Charles Monroe

  • Ramesh Rai (3/4/2014 10:52:00 AM)

    I am honored by being a word of your nicest creation. certainly like to tweet as well as pay the highest mark. Regards ever. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 5, 2014

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