Sparrows in my mind
Scratching for ort
Stirring a host
Crowding in my bowels
Have the fireflies flown?
From a grumbling cavern
They fly up to
My uptight gullet
Pushing up bile
Tamped down
By peristalsis
Aach, what a sting!
But, I wanted to sing
E ven the birds d are sing d o it for fun i n expressions e ven if it is for yourself
A superb manifestation of your poetic inclination. thanks for sharing. melvin
The poet will eventually sing whatever the circumstances, Very original write. Kind regards, Sandra
sir I really enjoyed this poem, a very original and interesting piece of work...10
I digested it well but it was short. Anyway, t'was great, it helps my brain to exercise today.I need it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great Eddie, Lovely write 10