Dawn Song
Blue jay chirping
cloak of lead
pall of caught breath.
Self-preserved
payment due
birdsong cannot
reimburse.
Born from sand, staring
at borealis show
of certain fate.
Distracting,
never noticed
wind-blown dunes
coming to bury again.
Taken for granted
emotional intellect
compassion
breeding space.
The jay echoes
call of home
worlds fade.
Dream ending
few month sleep
jay has flown.
Curse of investment
waking up
to what was
hardly ever real.
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Philip, I can’t say enough good things about your poetry. This one is a keeper.
Dennis, thank you for your continued feedback! I’m starting vacation after work tomorrow, so I’ll have a solid week to catch up on everything else. God bless!
I really enjoy your writing Philip.
SOrry Philip this comment was me, Dad didn’t log out.