Open Poetry #41 |
Mellow Yellow |
moondogz Member
since 2007-05-01
Posts 397Great White North |
Mellow Yellow He took a trip, without leaving his perch. Imagined himself, atop a grand old birch. From there he could see, the steeples tall, of Dublin, Cork, and Donegal. View the ships, in Galway Bay, Or look to Wicklow, as it greeted the day. Then he'd sing, of the Emerald Isle, a lullaby, that made you smile. this is a poem I wrote about an Irish pen-friends Canary who he fed hemp seeds to so he'd sing. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
And did he sing?? loved it. "late" |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Moondogz, My constuctive criticism is "keep writing." I just loved this one. Ida |
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moondogz Member
since 2007-05-01
Posts 397Great White North |
Hey late, thanks for your comments. Not sure if he ever sang, never heard back from my pen-friend after the "mellow yellow" poem...maybe it was the accompanying cartoon I drew of the canary with a joint hanging out of his beak and wearing a headband that put him off..guess I'll never know. Thanks Ida, very kind and thoughtful of you to say so. moon. |
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