That's not a cry from the whippoorwill;
It’s the warbling hope restrained
prophesying the death of winter.
A yodel tuck of air-
preparing to
exhale its breath for spring.
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Written April 22nd, 2005
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Short but ever so sweet and very beautifully written. I hope you don't mind if I add you to my favorites page as you write real poetry. Mine is rather rough around the edges to say the least, so I may be able to learn from you. All the best for 2006 and I genuinely hope it is a good year for you in all ways.
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Wow, wonderful piece. Very sweet poem.
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Nice words. The first line especially so. Just the meter of it... rolls nicely through the chambers of my mind before it rolls on my tongue to color the air in silver greatness.
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you have fantastic imagery in this piece! i love your choice of words - they create such unique and vivid images.
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This is haunting and cold-the way a dead body is cold. I can not help but think about Poe ( --maybe a subliminal reaction from the image!!) I love this because it is so dark, but it ends with hope. I am not sure of your own personal meaning, but to me, it accurately communicates how I feel in the present state of things--
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AMAZING
Wow this is a fantastic poem. The imagary was terrific. You penned an awesome poem here. Thank you for sharing. God Bless. Take care, Sandy
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A yodel tuck of air-
preparing to
exhale its breath for spring.
How poetic of you . . .
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tres belle
great imagery...this is a lovely write...peace be with you
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This one makes me smile. Such a fleeting image of that yodel - yet an unexpected metaphor that leaves me in appreciation.
It's rare to see someone write of "the death of winter". Such a contrast to writes that are caught in the death of seasons as being the onset of winter. Again, unexpected.
I'm learning how well you pleasantly surprise your readers with content outside of the norm, but excellent verse that is the norm of you. -
A breath of fresh air that I deeply appreciate after crying myself out today! I always take time to listen to the birds in the morning, I find them a comforting signal of a good day to come. Thanks for this.
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this was short but good. I really like the way that you have put this into words. i think that you did a grand write that for sure at least to me anyway. i thank you for share this poem with all of us
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What a wonderful way to introduce the change in seasons. I could just sense this bird wanted to let it out, but held back for the right moment to announce his news.
You make poetry sound so magical. What a gift! ♥vj -
Exquisite
Oh, this is beautiful! I love the metaphor you used to describe the transition from winter to spring. Alas, I think summer already has hit here in Washington. It hit 85 today! That is just unheard of in the Pacific Northwest. Aaaargh! Heat and I just don't get along at all.
Wonderful write, dear one. Love and hugs, B♥nnieQ
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Lovely.
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