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Observations on a (m)useless day
by Brian Francis
The cardinals sing and bathe below
The window to my little studio
Where dreams are chased
And sometimes caught
To the tune of natures bards
Romping and playing in the street nearby
The echoes, screams and cries of fun
Careen through the window
And into my mind
Instantly clearing my thoughts
Dinner is cooking and the bread is made
And the cats and the dog are asleep
And the gentle chirping
In the nest outside
Speaks of comfort and warmth
04/21/2015 Posted on 04/21/2015
Copyright © 2024 Brian Francis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 04/21/15 at 06:22 PM Seems nice, all the same, for lacking overt inspiration. I don't think the title does it justice. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 04/22/15 at 03:45 PM sounds like the muse is alive and well in this piece...vivid portrait enhanced by the sounds down the page... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/14/15 at 05:18 PM Beautiful...homey...very down to earth. Perhaps the muse camouflaged in the feathers of those cardinals? |
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