Blithe Bird Of Thought Poem by james watkin

Blithe Bird Of Thought

Here's its shocking parallel.
In swift, or sand martin
Seen for a dead weight's plummet.
And thereround, thereafter
'Why, why, why' sounding.
For course, confounding.

Unprepared as unforeseen
Not blown, or storm-clouded
Thought, blithely aired, and of Thought
What out clear skies as well
Drops. Which dark sludge in
Despair's then sinking.

Tuesday, October 1, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: thought,despair
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james watkin

james watkin

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