Offering

Offering

A Poem by Zugzwang

This morning,
A kookaburra call
Split the silence
Just as I was offering incense
In the predawn gloom.
I can hear it's echo
Even now.

© 2017 Zugzwang



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The senses coming awake from an unexpected sound.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Zugzwang

3 Months Ago

Yes, that's what happened. It was a strange and beautiful experience.
Haunting yet comforting. This piece feels like the last moment before a sunrise. Well done.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Zugzwang

3 Months Ago

It was like that, yes. Just a small observation from a special time of day.
Gaia Octavia

3 Months Ago

Perfection👌
the poem is a sound...the morning is full of interesting sounds, nice how you pick one out...among all...and let us hear it through your words...

Posted 3 Months Ago


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Zugzwang

3 Months Ago

Your review is a poem...thanks for dropping by, Jacob.

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