The time bird swings and sings
a tincture of rhyme
into the puzzle of dreams –
wake up honeybun!
Twitch back the clock’s tick tock
box of zz’s sleep caterwauls
claws the walls
trick locks in the tip of the trip of the
slight fantastic
For dVerse Quadrille
qbit 
Somehow I’m glad that clocks are silent these days.
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Indeed!
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I liked the sound in this: “caterwauls
claws the walls”
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The sounds in here are fantastic:
“Twitch back the clock’s tick tock
box of zz’s sleep caterwauls
claws the walls”
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Thanks!!!
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I like the freedom of the sounds you use here.
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The jazz beat cadence matches the word choice wonderfully. Very ‘Cantaloop’ :))
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almost a puzzle for the tongue to trip over – your ‘time bird’ is a tantalising prompt for another poem
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This is delicious in sounds. I love the subtle inclusion of the given word. Very nice!
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Thanks!!
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I love this! Sounds like Jazz.
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Thanks!!
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On my umpteenth (named after the late Mr. Dumpty; the H is silent) re-reading of your poem, I come away MacLeished, weighing meaning with being. The wordplay is stunning; classic qbit. I agree that the time bird is a poem awaiting the hatching. Much to ponder.
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Much thanks good sir!
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Pendulum rhythm in swings/sings and a strange sense of dreams – the disconcerting kind – in the flow. Love the sounds!
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