Watching The Wild March Of Chuck-Will's Widow's Delight Poem by Lovita Morang

Watching the wild march of chuck-will's-widow delight

Just for a desire to be at peace,
I love to play with my courtyard birds, nay they know no plight
Colours of my winged eyeliner
Winks of sunlight, as hard as diamond crystal clear

News do break in, motionless windowpanes
Glassy creaking sound, like glass carbon, oxidizing
Ah! The eletrochemistry musicality of debt to live in decibles
All play all clay like high temperature crucibles
Smelting Environment, cannot be natural selection
Melting into something Into different shapes, sizes and sections.
I see
I hear
I looked deeper
At the candles on the table,
the fire in it flicker and fear
As they thick and fast come
to put grenades near
candle melts
As their blood rush
I rush in
I do want them to break their cold,
Winter is not far, summer dole
I do obey, on the wall climbing ivy,
Still bravery like stilborn, larks in bevy
In friendly tweets, a cry lurks
Pacific pleads, my folding hands
A submissive attention
A vindication, I devote to see, artfully
The melancholic denunciation, sullen and shy
Just for a desire to be at peace,
a stinging act to slay, why
I play with my courtyard birds
as they fly past by,

I rush to catch
As each seasons surprise,
time pacify, levies a ceremony
If not here, now at this time,
when will man be born wise
Just for a desire to be at peace,
My argus-eyed in alibi, wakeful window
Watching the wild march ofchuck-will's-widow.

-Lovita J R Morang