Saturday, 27 April 2013

Napowrimo Day 27 poem

Prompt: Took the first three words of the well known phrase "All that glitters is not gold" (could use any well known phrase) and plugged them into google, then looked at the first few pages that came up for phrases that jumped out at me - kind of being a poetic magpie.

April 27/13


Swaying branches
Dance to the tempo of the
Breeze blowing through the leaves
The rustle devising a crazy rhythm
Birds decked out in their finest glam
And add their harmony to the song
Ready for the glittering gala
That is spring
A memoir often misquoted.

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