ON HEARING THE LAST CUCKOO TO SING .. .

on hearing the last cuckoo to sing .. .

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in the half light
of your incomplete stillness
there is a silence
i cannot quite discern

it distills upon us like a dew
of muffled noise
there are waves of darkness

i imagine armies gathering
to lay their weapons down
sounds and whispers
and a cuckoo

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©edenbraytoday18.03.2024

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I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray
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