This is a Skeltonic poem for the NaPoWriMo prompt.
There is a place,
a peaceful space,
where blackbirds run
in the sun
and river flows.
No one knows
where is goes,
the river slow,
when the stream,
silver gleam,
into the sea,
with blackbird glee,
rolls away.
I will stay,
watch starlings play,
if you will say,
you’ll sit with me,
forever keep me
company.
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Beautiful Jane…I wrote down my journey…
Thanks Sangbad. I’ll take a peek 🙂
It looks like a pleasant place to be. I like the birds in your photo. They look so inquisitive.
Anywhere that’s good enough for blackbirds is good enough for me 🙂
Watching starlings play…I like that idea. (K)
I’ve said this before, but it’s an image that always springs to mind—they waddle like toddlers with a full nappy.
They are rampant on the streets here…always busy. The way the colors of their feathers catch the sun always makes me smile.
Short and stumpy with bling bling feathers. You have to laugh at them.
Yes.
I like the wandering roll and trickle of this – does match the image of a stream – of water and though
You’re right! That rhythm of short lines is rather like water trickling steadily.
instinct without brain fiddling is so good!
I’m sure you’re right. It sounds terribly philosophical.
nicely done Jane…a trickle down effect for sure.
Thanks Paul 🙂
This is lovely, I also want to go there, Jane.
I’ll be in good company then 🙂