Cuckoo

tree bent over the water
looks at itself in a stream
reads my mind
I looked into my soul
and I trembled with fear
there in the distance the frog is croaking
dogs complain about their lot
Cuckoo counts my days
And I’m thinking of you



Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2022-07-31 at 12:07

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
I really like this- how the detailed description of everything leads to that killer ending! Nice one.
2022-08-05


Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
A clever way of transmitting a feeling, a position - and the notion of time wasted, not being with the one.
2022-08-02


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Very scenic and sweet, I love the images.
2022-07-31