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RE: What once it seemed?

in #sonnet7 years ago

Beautiful poem

A crow with bluest pearling eyes of dew
Or phoenix with translucent wings of air
Imagination: avian askew
Contemplative, now calm, or calm to snare.

Nature can be a great source of inspiration. My last poem came while I was walking through a park.

I am tempted to write about the blue moon but it kept me up last night.