Note to Readers: This is a reviewed version of a poem written yesterday for dVerse poets. I’ve altered the enjambments, thereby changing its constrained form to free-form. I think I much prefer this version, but I’d be happy to hear your thoughts. Thank you.
That day had an appetite
for sun shining. Wind blowing. Shadowed
light passing fields flocked with birds.
All those black harps singing. And I knew
this day was too short lasting
when St Mary’s bells spilled the air
ringing. Changes, changes. Ringing
clouds swelling into thunderous sound.
Rewritten from original posted for dVerse