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Nov 08, 2021
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My Birds of The Weather...
Blue sky, a minute ago
Fleecy-white clouds
Gentle breezes lifting the hawk
Gliding silently out of sight
Sparrows flicking across a grey vista
Brown little bodies, adjusting constantly
Wagging stubby tails and blurred wings
Making secure nests against the Autumn chill
Birds on the wires, huddled close
Flakes of snow tucking heads under wings
Starlings like darts in the crosswinds
Speeding bullets to warm barns and spilled grain
Grey ghosts of the night
Chilled and set owls
Plunge into waves of white
Silent death for life
Zephyr breeze stirs the heart
Liquid warmth melts my soul
Flowered yards sensational
Color wakes my eyes
Yellow sunshine tracked by daises
Green shoots slither
Grasping clefts in stone
Ivy tendrils cover the winter scars
Fire on the street... shoe time
Pant less youngsters in the pond
Swing from the vines
Lying on your back
Staring at the clouds
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
Ray Whitaker
3 years 7 months ago
Very Nice poem!
You do your descriptions and imagery so well!
Geezer
3 years 7 months ago
Thank you...
I once described my work as imagery to my English professor, [which she pooh-poohed], but gave me a 95 for. Whatever... A traditionalist for sure! Thanks for the read and comment, ~ Geez.
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Geezer
3 years 7 months ago
Thank you for...
stopping by and commenting! ~ Geez.
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Owl Has My Soul
3 years 7 months ago
This is just beautiful.
Wow Geez, you really took me for a ride :-) I could feel the grass as I laid on my back looking at the clouds and birds in the sky.
Owl Has My Soul
3 years 7 months ago
A favourite line:
Green shoots slither
Grasping clefts in stone
Weeds with fabulous PR
Geezer
3 years 7 months ago
Thank you...
While writing this piece, I was looking out my window at my neighbor's house and remembering the ivy climbing up the side of his stone steps this Spring. It is now November, and the leaves and shoots are turning brown, revealing the hooks of the ivy that find the littlest cracks and chips. I am so glad that I could give you that moment of pleasure; lying on your back and feeling the grass. Thank you for stopping by to tell me how you felt. [I also tried to tie the feeling of lying on your back and looking at the sky with the first part, which was about the birds that you might see in each season. ~ Geez.
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