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What I Learnt from the Birds
Life is waiting in a line.
Nothing else is real.
On my balcony, the birds are singing to stale bread.
The roads smell yellow after rain.
My neighbour’s name is Violet, she lives at Number 13.
If we stock up on tinned soup,
we’ll never need to go out again.
Na zidu stari sat.
On my balcony, a nest.
GloPoWriMo Day 5 - Twenty Little Poetry Projects
Love the whimsical feel to this!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Donna.
DeleteExcellent and tightly packed, impeccable word choice.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. Good to connect with you again.
DeleteOh yes, plenty in a few lines. Stari sat - I love the sound of this. In Slovenian it would be Stara ura. :)
ReplyDeleteI like the sound of Stara ura. Actually, it's from a song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wh1atcpxCUc . I think I should probably add the song to the blog post. I was meaning to, but I forgot.
DeleteThank you for the music. :) Listened to Djelem djelem and Van Morrison too just now. And Brass Buttons. A new one for me.
DeleteYes, we have been listening to that group who sang Djelem Djelem. They are great.
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