Monday, April 28, 2008

poem29 - overture

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Bluebells chime
with vivid colour
Blossom falls
like soft pink snow
on a fragile carpet
of nodding cowslips

A new sound echoes
at days dawn
A choir of songbirds
sing their song
An overture to
the opera of summer

The first act has begun
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let me read it to you.



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All of my NaPoWriMo poems are together HERE
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6 comments:

  1. A choir of songbirds sing their song what a wonderful line. This is a beautiful poem. I love your new message as well.

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  2. oh beautiful, Keith...i am back and plenty to catch up, beginning here, gonig backward :)

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  3. I love hearing you read the poems. Cool!

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  4. Your bluebells are spectacular. Mine did bloom. There are 9 blossoms. I was quite proud. Then I saw yours. Ah well, maybe someday.

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  5. Oh I like that, especially hearing you read it. It's good.

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