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Mourning doves
        lament the dawn
The air is filled
           with clucking song
Mockingbirds
        sing sweet and high
Pigeons reach
                  to touch the sky
Gamble Quail
             swoop low to ground
Cactus wrens
         make chuckling sounds
Desert Thrashers
                go "tsk, tsk, TSK!"
Flickers pound
                  the satellite discs
Feathered finches
          search the stones
Light as clouds
                  with hollow bones
I wake up
           to symphonic calls

Desert birds...

                   I love them ALL!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/11/2016

I,t  came  up  twice.

Sprinkle of showering words
Rainbows being the sentences
The Poet’s emotions targeting instances
The Darkened Clouds in what is too come
The inside of a Poet’s heart being like flowers that bloom
Yet the Poet writes alone in a room
The inspiration will come at noon
The sunshine may be hidden
The Poet notes what is written
Showers only refresh
The Poet’s mind being awaken to write
The midnight Oil well into the night
Rain that helps the Poet to explore
It’s the sunshine that helps the Poet to soar
The Poet often says, “Shower me with wisdom and understanding”
Let the rain pour and not turn my thoughts sour
Give me ideas hour after hour
Shower me with cleansing words
Let readers have an open heart
As a Poet, I have been showered to write
This is a Poet’s given right.

You long for the sun, but you still dance in the rain
You boarded a bus headed for Maine
It´s been twenty years but you still look the same
Lonely, lost, long gone

You listen to strangers with the window rolled down
Then head for a hotel at the wrong side of town
Your eyes are empty, where's your mind at now?
Lonely, lost, long gone

You crash and burn, before you cry in the shower
You twist and turn, but still wake up every hour
I saw you walk along the highway picking wildflowers
Lonely, lost, long gone

You sang on the street corner, but didn´t earn a penny
I´d give one for your thoughts, but there are so many
I still care about you, but I know we would only be
Lonely, lost, long gone

20. april 2017