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Saturday, April 8, 2023

An Aviary, a Dove, Your Eyes

 


An aviary, a dove,
and your dark eyes,
always lingering on the edge
of a wistful dream.
We wore love as clumsily
as bears or lumberjacks,
stumbling around a bullpen.

The cellists
were playing fiercely,
to encourage us,
but we paid them little heed.
We were too busy
scanning the sky
for attacking owls,
tentative, fearful,
yet radiant,
in our
slow and faltering
dance.


for Shay's Word List, inspired by the work of Zachary Schomburg.

8 comments:

  1. I am right there with you in this faltering dance. At least, on one level, it's only natural predators here. But imagine the beauty that would dance if we could live without fear.

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  2. "wore love as clumsily as bears or lumberjacks" ~ the visual, and quite often the reality, resonates beautifully with this reader.

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  3. So good!! "We wore love as clumsily
    as bears or lumberjacks," I love the whole thing.

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  4. I really like this poem, Sherry. It captures a scene wonderfully and can picture this slow and faltering dance.

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  5. This is absolutely gorgeous Sherry from the first line to the last!

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  6. This feels very immediate and real to me Sherry--so true to how love often goes, and to the fear and joy and awkwardness of life itself. I especially like the first four lines.

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  7. your dark eyes,
    always lingering on the edge
    of a wistful dream... that awkward dance and the haunting dream.. love the imagery!!

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