Sometimes that old cuckoo
refuses to sing,
aware that robbed time
can create a most
beautiful mess
Sometimes those rivers
of time flowing swiftly by
get stuck in clumsy eddies,
creating nature’s nurseries
of future plans
Sometimes, somehow
the prospect of a quiet pause
proposes a reconsideration of
each projection and each intention,
making room for a new song
photo: mine
prompts: Poets on the Page, Five Minute Friday/31 Days, WP Daily Post, #Beautiful Mess, #PoetteerChat
Writing and Reflections 
Sometimes life does indeed surprise us, as you so deftly expressed.
Today’s poem:
Coming Clean. Because a change of season is good reason to let the breeze in
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Thank you! Excited to read your poem. On my way there now.
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[…] Πηγή: Cuckoo’s New Song […]
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I love this; the imagery and message is fantastic. Also, I love the photo you took to complement the piece. We should all take the time to make room for a new song. 🙂
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on Greek Canadian Literature.
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Thank you!
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