April 6
this is what the eagle do: sit
does sits
something beneath her breathes there
breathe something
do river go
(Mississippi) goes breeze
fine white feathers from her nape
lifts mom eye, eagle eye
the feathered
comfort : nest
(on second thought, I replaced the poem I just wrote with this weird one I wrote on Wednesday; today's poem seemed a bit inappropriate. sorry!)
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ReplyDeleteOk, second try all around. This one should be in couplets. I was obviously playing with verbs here and waiting for the eagle to do something.
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