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A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
Repurposed
A robin
tried to build her nest
on the clothesline 'twixt two pegs.

Bits of straw
refused to balance
no matter how hard she tried.

Finally,
robin looked elsewhere.
Found secure place to build home

with vine, Christmas tinsel, dog hair, sticks:
atop oaken beam in baseball cap.









a troisieme poem.
eleven lines.Three stanzas, all with three lines and a syllable count 3, 5, 7, in each stanza,
followed by a couplet with 9 syllables on each line. There are no rhymes in this poem.


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