It died:
my computerised carrier
pigeon caught a cold
in the mountains.
I tried
the Short Message Service
but it was too terse
for sub-texting.
I cried
when the message-bottle
smashed, you can't reach the
sea from mountains.
I tied
a note to a heart-shaped
balloon and hoped it would blow
southward to you.
Comments
QueenElf | January 18, 2009 - 12:56
Always a pleasure to read a new poem of yours.
chuck | January 18, 2009 - 16:28
Another gem from Ewan.
MistakenMagic | January 18, 2009 - 17:35
Each stanza is perfect, though the last is possibly my favourite!
Magic xxx
Jasper_Milvain | January 18, 2009 - 20:02
Beautifully simple. Loved it.
Nathan Bednarek | January 18, 2009 - 20:03
I agree with the above- a wonderfully crafted poem. Well done.
Nathan.
AKT | January 18, 2009 - 23:21
There's something really innocent about this poem. I think that's what makes it so effective.
tamara (not verified) | January 19, 2009 - 00:05
Final stanza is absolutely beautiful but all is a masterpiece of poetry.
niki72 | January 19, 2009 - 12:07
Love this. Especially 'I tied a note to a heart-shaped
balloon'
Very poignant.
threeleafshamrock | January 19, 2009 - 19:30
Just Class; well deserved of the little red yokes ;)
Chris
jennifer | January 20, 2009 - 10:24
So you're not au fait with the texting, then, Ewan ;)
(superb poem, by the way!)
J x
Ewan | January 20, 2009 - 18:08
Thanks everyone for such flattering comments.
Beeme | November 20, 2009 - 16:44
I really enjoyed, sorry I'm late commenting. A beautiful poem, Ewan. As always.