Monday, 12 July 2021

A Poem a Day (451): Gulls twist and two other haiku

 
 
Gulls twist on the turn,
returning on clouds and wisps,
meandering home.


 
The whole world listens
to the tick-tock call now heard
without debate. Found.


 
We are as we are,
walking, talking, fashioned out
of breathing colour.


Copyright Vickie Johnstone, July 12, 2021

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