A sudden precipitous drop
The yellow bee
Into the phantasmagoria
Of the flowering ditch.
The sun dreams.
The river offers us
A still heart.
Quiet as a winter
Branch
The moon
Just above the powerline.
Graffiti woodpeckers
On the abandoned building.
Streetlight warblers
Buttoned to the smokestack.
Who is this walking holding an imaginary kite?
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I love the phantasmagoria of these images, each effective as the others, though I lean towards ‘the moon, quiet as a winter branch, just above the power-line’ and yes, I am intrigued by this figure walking along holding an imaginary kite’ —
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Thanks John. I agree, it is kind of a phantasmagoria. I wasn’t too interested in narrative in this one. Haha. Yes, who is holding that kite??
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As John says, each stanza is spectacular with stunning images. For me the first is my favourite… but like John I am totally intrigued by the imaginary kite. 🙂
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Thank you. Haha. Yes, I’m intrigued by this imaginary kite too.
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One imaginative combination after another. I felt like I was walking in a surrealist painting, and it was a neat journey. Or flying through the painting — due to the title. Also, based on the title, I’m wondering if we (the readers) are the imaginary kite.
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Thanks Dave. I think you’re right about the title, flying, I guess I wasn’t too interested in narrative in this one, so I thought what could group this all together, a bird’s-eye view? I really like your idea about the reader being the kite. I think it’s a fantastic what of looking at it.
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This is wonderful! I’ll guess the imaginary kite is someone waving.
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Thank you!!! I like your interpretation. Maybe waving, making note, of all the interesting things they see.
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It always amazes me the way pigeons line up on a telephone wire and jut sit there for so long and then suddenly, they all fly away and perform a flight pattern together. I’m reminded of this, not only by the title of the poem, but by the lines like “Quiet as a Winter branch” and then there’s the wonderful “Graffiti woodpeckers”….followed up with the whole wonder of the “imaginary kite” which is a great way to see things, in my opinion, that all we see is imaginary. It really removes the heaviness of existence and lets us enjoy. Great job Bob!
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Thanks Steve. I wish I could sit on a power line like a bird. Seems very tranquil. I think there is a technical term/science behind those formations. But it always impresses me how they all instantaneously move at once and in formation. I’m glad you liked the graffiti woodpeckers. I wish the kids would be a little more creative with there graffiti sometimes, and not just tag their initials. I like your take on the imaginary. That does take the heaviness off.
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Them pigeons do seem tranquil and when on the ground, they don’t seem very scared of us humans……maybe because we had that human/passenger pigeon connection in the past?
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Hmm, that’s an interesting connection. I don’t know. Maybe it’s my inner Bert (from Sesame Street) but i like pigeons…and oatmeal and reading. haha.
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Bert and Ernie sort of had that Panza/Quixote connection with Ernie being kind of wild and Bert being more organized. Best of friends.
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Wonderful! The last line is brilliant.
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Thank you!!
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Beautiful work, Bob!
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