Poem Poem by Morgan Michaels

Poem

Rating: 5.0


The shade of a bird
flew through my head
and like a needle
pulling thread
drew on its tail
a diamond wake
that woke my fancys'
placid lake.
The shade is flown,
the wake is closed,
the Fancy, too,
Is recomposed

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Such a free and fantastic flow in this beautiful poem!

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Meh Ive 27 July 2016

Marvellous penning! Very nice carving of words.

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Sofia Kioroglou 02 January 2016

Exquisite! I just stumbled across your page! Beautiful!

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Bull Hawking 10 February 2012

Pretty Dang Cleaver.....M & M.........see ya 'round NBB

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Valerie Dohren 10 February 2012

What a beautiful little poem - love it! !

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