Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #561
Words: birds, hum, spirits, growl, trickling, glum, three,
pray, willowy, run, myths, bones, lost
Three birds hum
in shadow of
They lift spirits
of the glum,
and the lost.
They soften growls
of nearby animals
running past a
where myths are
born of wisps
of hair, and sun-
Here, Buddha prays.
of sound–three birds
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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