This is lakey tongue that speaks my language;
stutter of ducks in weed hedges,
silent skate of water bugs tracing words,
snap splash of warning’s tail,
goon of a loon dancing inferences in the bays
This is my home where land leans heavy
on a certain way of talking;
a run scale of bibbed birds,
chitter of crickets,
shifty whispers of timothy,
sough of sweet crocus winds,
crawling up the scales of aria
This is what moves my voice;
eagle’s carved cry,
a build of billowed owl wisdom,
burst of sparrows bending bracken
to tickle air with pretty punctuations
This is my easy speak
In a list
A contest entry
- picture prompt by Liquid memories.
575 points, ended November 8, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Excellent
Such a visual intense poem. With such incredibly lilting quality almost like it was a song. Another treasure from your ink storehouse. Best of luck in the contest.
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You mirror my heart with such natures crisp
of creatures and insecets who sing and lisp
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very nice in the lakey tongue. speak truthfully. success in the contest.
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