There they go!
I knew it would happen.
They were hanging around
Pecking at the surface
Eating the rich suet
Lying about in my brain.
Sated now, they have flown off,
Not even a scratch left
On this white page.
you have the idea and the plot, you just need the technique which you have that is excellent and you understand the craft, too, lovely poem, everything understood, nothing to explain yet it is very enjoyable.it has its own spell..bravo...9
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it would be difficult for me to send you a more appropriate comment than the one that came before this one. i'm tempted to give it a 10.......but i don't think poemhunter's voting machine works for me. your poem is now on my poemlist and i'm tempted to make you a friend AND put you on my poetlist. well, i'm getting old. i just checked and you were added to the latter two categories before today. i like how flight of words rhymes with flight of birds. i especially enjoyed: Eating the rich suet Lying about in my brain. i may remember this poem whenever i hear someone say....words escape me....not that i've heard that expression lately. i'm glad the words finally came back to roost long enough for you to write this gem. thanks for sharing. bri