My kind of poem 🙂
the bird sings the night sky
fading blues to pinks to
the solitary color of its heart
three trills, short
one cry, long
a heartbeat separated by chambers
struck out of order
a solitary sound of night
listen
the rustle of feathers
listen
the quiet of parting leaves
the river of the freeway
the black heart beating
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A heartbeat separated by chambers- beautiful:)
It is a lovely poem, isn’t it?
sure is! thanks 🙂
Hey Jane today’s prompt, I think it’s for you…
I haven’t looked yet. I’ll do that right away.
I can see why you re-blogged this is lovely
I love poems with birds and feather imagery 🙂