Five thousand little birds
Twistle in the wind- intertwining
their shrill springtime wails into
Tapestries of sound.
The broken bones of winterstricken
Villagers are woven whole.
A contest entry
- Celebrating 5000 Comments! by intanglio2ring.
525 points, ended June 17, 2007, 13 entries
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Great poem but I don't get the whole thing with the villagers. The title is interesting...it really drew me in. Keep writing
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Loved the part about the birds!
When they gather and in unison fly in their little patterns like sheets in the wind! Got to tell you I didn't quite catch the last part on why the villagers were so winterstricken.
But makes me glad that summer is here!
Thanks for your wonderful entry & Good Luck in my contest!
Tang
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