Apparently it's #worldpoetryday
This is what I was working on this morning.
I think it’s got a way to go yet, but it’s got something. And it’s true.
Keep writing, keep reading.
Keep buying poetry and keeping poets alive
Blackbird
All night long the world burns,
and still – on this March morning – a blackbird
with its beak full of moss and straw
rests on my balcony rail and
catches my eye before it moves on.
Optimism has no attraction to me
and I’m well-known for telling bad news loudly,
but the truth is, I’ll give up my own wild hope
only when the last blackbird on Earth
stops building its nest in the Spring.
So, so, so beautiful.
Beautiful! :)