Should it have feathers and gain
Alongside a dogged
Sunrise, should it holler out, grate
The beloved subtleties of first light,
Should it go to how dusk
Leans in with a graffiti shoulder,
Purposely, as if rattled
By poetic symptoms?
Alone, and in the fields, stands attention,
For a moment, a home of such wonder, it is frightening.
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love ‘how dusk leans in with a graffiti shoulder’ and that amazing ending —
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Thanks John!!
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Fantastic! The final stanza is perfect.
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Thank you!
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there is such a tremendous and almost optimistic build up, that going for it and experiencing what seems to me to be sensory delights and that optimism continues right into the last line, the last word – frightening, a sober reality of what we’re up against, “alone,” as you mention.
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Thanks Steve. There is a lot op optimism here. And taking in of the sensory and be both wonderful and frightening. Even at the same time. And leave you feeling alone. And contacted. I think I’m rambling here….so I’m glad you liked it.
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ramble on Bob as our Zeppelin friends would say. always interesting and insightful and fun to hear your thoughts, experiences and what not.
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So intriguing. I find myself wondering what creature’s eyes I’m looking through, as if I’m hearing about the particular journey of a loner bird. I love these lines:
“The beloved subtleties of first light”
“…rattled
By poetic symptoms”
🙂
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Thank you. I really like that, loner bird. Makes me wonder too. I really glad you liked it.
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