It Flattered Birds, When First Poem by james watkin

It Flattered Birds, When First



It flattered birds, when first
I came to be
Instant caught up in your tone.
Its song's symmetry, its
Minikin scaling, midst
That stilly lain for world's groan.

It flattered swans, when first
Having nudged by
Your own irreproachableness.
A course, stately inclined
Seemly-sedate, long pined
Crouched by Fortune's tide, breathless.

Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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