I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

These poems are works in progress and may be updated without notice. Nevertheless copyright applies to all writings here and all photos (which are either my own or used with permission). Thank you for your comments. I read and appreciate them all, and reply here to specific points that seem to need it — or as I have the leisure. Otherwise I reciprocate by reading and commenting on your blog posts as much as possible.

5 March 2010

Birds

A crow called, once, unseen
messenger.

I saw white ibis flying,
wings

outstretched, spelling
protection.

And this morning
outside

a sweet chortling at first
light.

In these mountains, we recover
them.
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7 comments:

  1. gerry boyd7 March 2010 at 01:15

    Nice. Just crisp perfect language. Thanks.

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade7 March 2010 at 20:36

    Thank you for saying so! :)

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade9 March 2010 at 09:05

    So glad you think so, Jenny.

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  4. Pearl11 March 2010 at 04:36

    a light touch, not overworked, nor overstated. room for reader to add own meaning.

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  5. Rosemary Nissen-Wade12 March 2010 at 08:13

    Many thanks to you too, Pearl. I'm glad everyone likes this one; I too thought I'd got it working well. :) (And I do like understatement, in anyone's writing.)

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  6. Short Poems25 March 2010 at 20:19

    I love your line of thought here :)

    Marinela

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  7. Rosemary Nissen-Wade26 March 2010 at 08:16

    Thank you Marinela! :)

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