The day more than halfway
gone gray clouds cool
evening birds uprising
endlessly over my head
(to the sky beyond drear sky?)
Shameful drivel-spouters
we come running
to shadowed whistle
(who am I to talk of ‘we’ who am I
to mistrust metaphor?)
Inspired by today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: Use five song titles from a randomized playlist in a poem. (Mine are Halfway Gone, Uprising, Over My Head, We Come Running, Shameful Metaphors, Who Am I?)
Graceful Press Poetry 
I especially like the line “to the sky beyond drear sky”–that’s very nice.
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Thanks. I wanted to go with an outer-space, music-of-the-spheres thing (the next song titles were Kryptonite and Supermassive Black Hole), but no matter what I tried, the sounds and rhythm were just awful.
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