We Sing

Frants Diderik Bøe, “Birds in the Midnight Sun,” [Public domain]

We Sing

Who can count the stars in the sky,
or every type of bird that flies,
struts, or swims
on rivers blue-jay-bright, or soars
the night on vast raven wings?
Can you count all these things—
pinprick lights, feathered strings
connected songs, they, we sing.

A quadrille for yesterday’s dVerse prompt—the word was type. I will be back later to host today’s Tuesday Poetics on dVerse!

39 thoughts on “We Sing

  1. I love the lyricism of this, Merril, which reminds me of a quote from Blake’s Book of Thel “Can Wisdom Be Put In A Silver Rod/Or Love In A Golden Bowl?”

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