You are wisdom - she whispered to the bird.
He not understanding a single word -
blinked his eyes and turned his head.
Feeling the warmth of her breath meant love.
You are wisdom - she whispered to the bird. He not understanding a single word - blinked his eyes and looked above. Feeling the warmth of her breath meant love.
Ironically I'm not a poet. Something comes to mind, and I write the thought down the way it is presented. There are times I can force a rhyme and hope it comes out right; mostly I play.
I'm very glad you enjoyed this post - thank you for visiting me.
Lovely! Wish the last two lines had rhymes too :) I do love me rhymes!
ReplyDeleteJust for you - an alternate ending:
DeleteYou are wisdom - she whispered to the bird.
He not understanding a single word -
blinked his eyes and looked above.
Feeling the warmth of her breath meant love.
Alrighty then...
There you go! That one goes to the publishers :) It will sell in millions!
DeletePromises, promises!! You market it - send me a check!
DeleteLovely! No need to rhyme in this day and age.
ReplyDeleteThank you!!!
DeleteA wise bird.
ReplyDeleteBoth versions: fantastic!
ReplyDeleteThank you Robin!!
DeleteThat's pretty.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Thank you Janie!!!
DeleteI'm the same about rhymes I'm afraid. However, I did love the poem and especially the picture.
ReplyDeleteIronically I'm not a poet. Something comes to mind, and I write the thought down the way it is presented. There are times I can force a rhyme and hope it comes out right; mostly I play.
DeleteI'm very glad you enjoyed this post - thank you for visiting me.
Mr. Shadow - from you that is a huge compliment! Thank you very much.
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