Shall we speak as though we will go on forever?
I saw a feather
Borne on a summer’s breeze.
It did please
Me
To see
So carefree
A thing
Dance on the balmy air.
The breeze became a gale,
Then came the hail.
The feather
Was by the tempest tossed
And forever
Lost
In that passing storm.
The poem is copyright and is part of the author’s new collection of poetry “My Old Clock I Wind”, to be published in June 2017. You can read our interview with Kevin Morris here.
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Thank you for sharing my poem “Feather” and all your help in bringing my poetry to the attention of a wider audience. Kind regards, Kevin
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It’s been a pleasure, Kevin. Your poetry also attracts more readers to the blog.
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Beautiful. I could see this feather as it moved around.
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Thank you, Annette.
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Me too. I watched this poem as a short film.
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