Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Swans

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The swans are at the river today,
the gray swollen river,
under the gray sky.

"To understand a swan,
you have to learn
how to cry,"
my son once told me,
with that other-worldly look
in his eye.

The swans are at the river today,
bridging worlds of earth and sky,
so I'll spend some time, there,
watching them
glide by.


8 comments:

  1. That's probably just the look of synapses misfiring, but there's no denying the poetry in what he said. Take it from someone who uses swans fairly often in her poetry. I like this one, Sherry, it's contemplative and affecting.

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  2. I wish I could see them with you~
    I love the bridge and how nature helps us transcend :D

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  3. There is a peacefulness to this. I too want to sit and watch them glide by. 'Lovely' may be overdone as a comment but I can't resist using it here.

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  4. Sherry, this poem is beautifully dense with meaning. I also like the construction of the poem AND the rhyme. I personally also love to watch swans.......but I will content myself today with picturing them through your words.

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  5. This felt familiar, as if I had walked here with you "bridging worlds of earth and sky. . . ." A brightness amid the grey--very fine and simply stated.

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  6. I love watching swans ... they have a peaceful aura around them !!!

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