Wednesday, August 21, 2013

For Verse First

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Through morning fog I search,
wings heavy with dampness,
thwack thwack thwacking
as I skim the mudflats,
heron looking up as she picky-toes 
along the shore,
a sudden rustle in the grasslands:
small fur creature scurrying to hide,
Raven racing me to breakfast,
cawing, raucous.
I swoop, I miss,
Raven, too,
flurry of wings brown and black,
small creature in its hole.
I retreat to the topmost scrag,
feathers and spirit ruffled,
and I cry out.

Imagined for Kim's prompt at Verse First: I Cried Out.

20 comments:

  1. How beautifully set Sherry! Heron and raven frolicking in the mud-flats can be quite a sight!

    Hank

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  2. You completely inhabit that beautiful bird. Your connection to and understanding of nature are so evident in this one, Sherry.

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  3. I like what you did with this prompt!

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  4. You speak with the voice of the natural world in this poem, Sherry. Nice!

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  5. Excellent, Sherry. (I love it where you said the heron "picky-toes"!)
    You are indeed an eagle, my friend.
    K

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  6. I like it, the point of view especially

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  7. Sherry,

    I loved how you simply assummed the character and with such grace and skill...But then, you are a woman of nature itself Sherry and you simply know things!!!

    Eileen:)

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  8. It's nice, you feel comfortable with these birds and happy to share day!

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  9. What an astounding response to the prompt Sherry. We see nature come alive through your poetry.

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  10. Entering the movement and motivation of another species with you is wonderful. Thank you for the images.

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  11. You always embrace nature as it is your soul responding~ Wild Woman you do nature proud! Well done :D

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  12. I guss we all cry out when our feathers are ruffled. Lovely descriptive scene Sherry. I like the realistic tension in it.

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  13. ....aww, that was intense... but i feel sorry for the little ones... it's survival of the fittest & the hungriest.... loved this Sherry... smiles...

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  14. Oh, you are a true nature-lover, Sherry. I loved the way the poem unfolded...beautiful :)

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  15. Beautiful take on this prompt. But yours are always original, so I'm not surprised.

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  16. Oh, Sherry, this is what is like to be a bird! The personification was perfect :)

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  17. Great piece. I love the imagery here. Well done.

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  18. it's beautiful...love the intense activity, motion..

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  19. Beautiful poem. You took me on that nature journey that I thoroughly enjoyed but most of all I loved the heron picky toeing :)

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