Winter’s Breath
A pause . . .
A sweet note of spring
Awakened the birds
To the fresh seedbag
Hanging out on the tree limbs.
Forridging and fighting off
Perceived invaders, they began to build.
Fresh, tree buds appeared
Out of time and season,
Flowers, awakened from slumber, and
Stretched wide to a warm, welcomed sun.
An eager nature responded,
. . . Then Winter began to breathe again
And froze all such innocents
Who acted upon emotion
Instead of common sense.
What do you think of my poem?
It is very captivating, frought with metaphor. Title was a bit misleading until I had completed the first reading. Very vibrant would like to see some of your work inthe future. The ending kind of surprized me, good job. You should always use a dictionary when writing.Your poem did its job well It gave the reader a sense that he was in the beautiful picture that your words painted.
Reply:Negative.
It's "foraging."
Reply:It's alright I guess.
I'm into writing more songs than poetry, so I don't know what a good poem sounds like, but yours is cool.
Reply:CCCCOOOOLLLL, I can actually picture it as I read it
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