Tilt Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Tilt
Drifting vacant skies, forever on wings,
Is little blackbird, whose heart ever sings!
Soaring in mellow sunshine, nowhere a care,
Like a Parkside picnic in the sunny glare!
Darling of the blue, and marshmallow clouds,
At times seen alone, oftentimes in crowds!
Pretty blackbird, which place is your home?
And whatever wanderlust causes you to roam?
Gracefully you fly on gold skies of late July,
As the last moments of one summer day tick by;
But, too soon the whole world loses its light,
And you vanish into the ebony, kindred night!
Beautifully conceived and exquisitely crafted in verse with rhythmic splendour. The visionary impact of the flow of your words very lovely. A masterly creation, Madam. Remain enriched.
I do intend to try, Chinedu. Thank you for the delightful inspiration.
Seasons and their peculiar attributes. The beauty of creation. Beautiful poem
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BEAUTIFUL POEM// I ENJOYED THE BIRDS; THE FREEDOM BEING OF THE BLUE SKY; THE KINGDOM OF LIBERTY; LIBERAL WINGS FLAPPING THERE WILLINGLY; HITHER TO THITHER; NO HINDRANCE; NO BARRICADE IN THE WANDERING FLYING OF THE MIND; NORTH TO SOUTH; EAST TO EAST; DAWN TO DUSK; TWILIGHT TO SUNLIGHT BORN; DELIGHTFULLY FREEDOM ENJOY THEY ARE THROUGH ALL SEASONS////