a bluebird is a sonata seems to say life is its own reason for living the pitcher on the table is filled with wine slabs of pomegranate shore salted over and over again eaten like warm fruit
A bluebird is a sonata.
a bluebird is a sonata seems to say life is its own reason for living the pitcher on the table is filled with wine slabs of pomegranate shore salted over and over again eaten like warm fruit
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6 responses to “A bluebird is a sonata.”
I love this, especially the first stanza. Surreal and wonderful.
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Thanks, Bob!
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I love the last stanza…makes me want to sit on the shoreline eating warm fruit and drinking wine :)…and as the picture inspires, dance to the setting sun…
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Thank you so much. An idyllic summer evening, to be sure. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem!
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It’s beautifully written, specially the first stanza.
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Thank you very much!
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