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Weary (One Stop Poetry; blank verse NOT) Revisd

Image by Theo Dapore
Where are my robins?
Mornings I reach with spindly,
rigid limbs to bleached skies,
searching strength, hope of return,
lashed by winter’s rejection.
Imprisoned in cell pods red tattooed ink,
hope for restoration flutters blue – green redemption,
orange breasted ballets;
 
Oh, the chorus of my babies and not frigid flat notes of taunting winds.  Comeback, my robins, and nest within my arms. I’m weary this lonely season.
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8 thoughts on “Weary (One Stop Poetry; blank verse NOT) Revisd

  1. This is a vivid colorful exploration in verse; however it is clearly not blank verse. This is truly free verse and well written free verse but free verse all the same. Thanks for linking and I hope this helps.

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