Bird Poem by Christoph Praus

Bird



But one bird,
Had not misheard,
Likened to a K,
Rake and pent,
A vessel rose,
To Perch,
Upon the day;

When said and done,
Its wings outstretched,
Swallowed in the mire,
What black, fell heart,
Rose up in song,
Burning with unholy fire.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: Nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Christoph Praus 14 February 2015

Thank you for the kind words.

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Gajanan Mishra 11 February 2015

rose up in song, I like it, go on writing, thanks,

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