The mayor of my town wants to concrete over our wetlands to build yet another supermarket...
I balcony sit in the cool blue air.
Not a cloud in sight.
And what joy it is to see
The frisson of delight as a swarm of ibis take flight
As they depart for their warmer climes.
My internal whoop swoops
Into life at the whirring.
The air itself electrifies and shimmers.
Such beauty at daybreak is better
Than a glimmer of gold
And unlike me never grows old.
I search for the mayors address
And send him Jonis Big Yellow Taxi.
With a note to say think carefully
We have just begun to fight.
You will never pave what is not
Yours to sell away.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2019-12-06 at 19:44
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Frisson Of Delight
Clutching the needed coffee at dawnI balcony sit in the cool blue air.
Not a cloud in sight.
And what joy it is to see
The frisson of delight as a swarm of ibis take flight
As they depart for their warmer climes.
My internal whoop swoops
Into life at the whirring.
The air itself electrifies and shimmers.
Such beauty at daybreak is better
Than a glimmer of gold
And unlike me never grows old.
I search for the mayors address
And send him Jonis Big Yellow Taxi.
With a note to say think carefully
We have just begun to fight.
You will never pave what is not
Yours to sell away.
Poetry by jenks
Read 842 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2019-12-06 at 19:44
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