a flock of plovers
flits across the face
of a saltine sky
like confetti tossed
in the parade of a coming storm
grey waves
grey clouds
white wings
beat against the wind
cries to hurry home
piu-piu-piu...
Please tell me what you think
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i love this ... the sounds abound from line one through to the end .. flock/flits/saltine sky/confetti tossed/grey grey white beat/ .... luverly ... fabulous poetry in sound, imagery and rhythm ... makes me want to sit down and write ! >>> Gina
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Love the images and the words you chose to describe them.
I could actually hear the birds' cries, taste the salt in the air and seaspray, feel the cool wind on my face as the storm clouds paraded in...
Brilliant!
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Strange how a word can conjure up images and thoughts, and how, if you say it over and over again, it almost loses its meaning. Strange too how 'plover' contains the word 'lover'... (my mind takes strange turns at 2 in the morning)
Here, it is the sheer economy of the poem together with the complexity (and the simplicity) that I love. It seems to me to capture that sense of the heart becoming almost too full for words.
Reading this poem, I find myself recognising that words and worlds may not fully correspond, that nature poetry is not always the poetry of nature...
I like this very much.
~c♥
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interesting imagiry, i like the saltine sky part best
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