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 subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.

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.

8 comments:

  1. Nice. Just crisp perfect language. Thanks.

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

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  3. 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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  4. I love your line of thought here :)

    Marinela

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