The breeze tosses a flag
up and down, like a child,
up and down, like a child.
A robin jumps from limb to earth
singing songs, eating worms,
singing songs, eating worms.
Shadows cover lawn and drive,
touching both, holding neither,
touching both, holding neither.
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To touch but not hold one of your more musical poems is a joy, Pat!
Loved it ... :o)
nice.
nice one pat
especially liked the third stanza
love it, pat!
the image of shadows touching but not holding is great!
Very nice, Pat!
Love it!
This has a good, strong rhythm to it. And I love the image in the last stanza (verse? this is almost a song!).
well done
Sing song poem...
Set it to music.
Love the last verse Pat...awesome!
Wow! Touching both, holding neither, an uncomfortably familiar feeling...
very different for you -- I love the ending
A new incarnation of Pat...lovely...
I like the effect created by the repetition in this poem. Nice! Nice! Nice!
Perfect!
Birds leaping, flowers blooming--
Pat has got spring fever,
Pat has got spring fever...
I like. There's some blues in it.
Thanks Russell!!
Thanks Trinitystar!!
Thanks Kai!!
Thanks Floots!!
Thanks Polona!! They do touch just about everything.
Thank you Margie!!
MB, guess it could be. Thanks!!
Thanks Mandy!!
Thanks Gautami!!
Thanks Janice Thomson!!
EP, that was what I was going for. Thanks!!
Got to change occasionally. Thanks Andrew!!
Amalendu, my muse surprises even me sometimes. Thanks!!
Don, thanks! Thanks! Thanks!
Thank you Corey!!
Vivian, don't think I'm alone with it. Thanks!!
Yes Rethabile there is. Thank you!!
Hypnotic!:)
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