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Kookaburra
by Shirin SwiftShoes anointed in mud sing in the wood following a whistle and tugging a hum
Cleaned windows pummel the dark to shine like old smiles;
the trees find themselves trembling and about to fall
because the gale has beckoned them
A neighbor stares into a jostling pit of leaves
Cups his hands and calls a kookaburra replies,
I went into the night backwards and I will do anything you ask
Tomorrow
11/13/2007 Posted on 11/13/2007
Copyright © 2025 Shirin Swift
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 11/13/07 at 01:23 PM heh, if this is writer's block, then i gotta immerse myself in your library for a bit. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/13/07 at 05:59 PM I'm with the "kookaburra" I'll go too--"night backwards and I will do anything you ask"--that's what you get for writing such amazing lines, even in your sleep. |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 11/13/07 at 06:19 PM Hi Shirin,
If this is writers block, it's not that bad at all. A different way looking at writers block. I'll be checking out more. :) |
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