Poem of the Day — Clunky


I’m opening doors

I’m dealing in a simple cause

A crows wings, blowing sunset

Clapped in frying pans

Mellow and touching stories

A flying wizards moment

Clutching at twigs and baskets

My frozen recipe is served, while beaks are clattering

Breaking nests open for fledglings

New bright shining treasure

A measure of success

A lamp straight from land; a beacon

Crushed in sticks

Aloud and seeking

Penetrating darkness

Dealing in heart throb

Loves to be mentioned



Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee April 20h 2015

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