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')

This blog is not, 'Here are my very best poems'. It's for work in progress, subject to revision.
Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

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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