poets are like birds
pulling words like worms from earth
singing poems
singing "fee-bee fee bee/chick-a-dee-dee"
pulling words like worms from earth
brown thrasher couplets on telegraph poles
singing "fee-bee fee bee/chick-a-dee-dee"
I lean on the kitchen windowsill, watching
brown thrasher couplets on telegraph poles
now the baby is awake
I lean on the kitchen windowsill, watching
the joyful bouncing flight of poets and birds
now the baby is awake
hungry and needy I hold her, seeing
the joyful bouncing flight of poets and birds
dishwater and soap clinging to my hands
by W.M. Kibler
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A poet I have not heard of. Thanks for sharing this. If you feel like linking up your poetry posts during April, please drop full links here: http://savvyverseandwit.com/2012/04/welcome-to-the-2012-national-poetry-month-blog-tour.html
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