Saturday, 31 January 2009

A day has feelings

Blue bird he sang
on the day she went.
The day he never remembers.
Or never admits.
The day that the sky went
grey and he went empty.
He sang this day the blue bird.
He never sang again
even when the sky turned blue.

The day sings for him.

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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.