21/04/2015

#poem #poetry #amwriting #micropoetry

I've been scribbling again...

Poems in 140 characters or less...


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across the golden deadness
of last years fern
calls a curlew
in answer to the sky


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the valley is gently green
unapologetic of it's beauty
the houses like tumbled quarry rock
fear their fate - weed their garden


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a bird rises like a soap bubble
from the heather
in two bobs and a bound
it is gone
as you tramp onwards
wishing for wings


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the bluebells
know there is no turning back
and take the chance
to grab the woods


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peace:)



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