A poem a day, in September 2016 – #2
pigeons
wheeling around
they circle
across a grey sky
bending the air
the flock is one
I know
magpie
sharpening his beak
on the high branch
every leaf is gone
this place
is exclusive to
the black and white king
Now Go!
rosella red
thinks I don’t see her
squabble squawk
pretty thing
you mean no harm
what harm could you
from blue
© Frank Prem, 2016
Poem #3:howling moon
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“Black and white king”…That’s a clever epithet… because in chess it’s always one or the other.
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Hi Kurtis.
They are a bit chess piece in that respect, aren’t they? A few of them seem to to call our backyard ‘home’ and it’s a pleasure to observe them.
Cheers,
Frank
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Hi Frank; Your blogs are wonderful. I have nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award. For more information you can go to this site; https://irishlassy398.wordpress.com/2016/09/28/the-versatile-blogger-award/
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Hi Patricia. Thanks so much for this nomination.
I consider it an honour, but I’ll pass. I don’t really consider myself much of a blogger, and concentrate more on the poetry side of it.
What delights me, is that you’ve enjoyed reading some of my work. I can’t ask for more than that.
Thank you.
Cheers,
Frank
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