..
i have moved
heaven and earth to hold
your invisible epithet
(tiny and turned to stone)
as my parlance for just this
moment, ample,
too spun out. But it
longs to overflow forth into
the earth,
a warbling of birds.
..
Phoenix Rising invites us to take an old poem and go all ninja synonym or antonym on it.
I’ve chosen this poem, with synonyms for all major words or phrases. If after all the April excitement, you’re jonesing for a great prompt-and-encouragement community, click on over.
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“a warbling of birds” – I love that. Their sound does seem like it has an echo chamber inside.
You’ve done a nice job changing the words!