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A Dark Morning

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Sunshine
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0 posted 06-14-2007 06:25 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine


a Dark morning

cawing sounds
onset,
against summer blue
they land,
ponderous,

black heavyweights,
feathered harbingers
[of death] spearing
tang open from
green apples
on young trees

bending branches
of limbs still thin enough
that their tarsus wrap
touching nail to nail

the dwarf tree resembling
a rookery,

one soul miniature
mockery of its cousins
divebombing, his
territory terrorized
and conquered

momentarily

so I go to snapclap
my hands, resembling
buckshot sound
advancing on the blackness

they wing off
only to perform highwire
exploits, talking back
all the while to the
trespasser on
two limbs who
cannot fly

snapclapping, echoes
bouncing off doorways
and back again, main and
side streets empty
as churchgoers
still sleep, blankets
gripped and pulled over
tousled heads

just black baggage
of thievery
and I

they wing off
but the miniatures
stay behind, reclaiming,
regrouping,
swinging down
on lighter fluff
to bring their fledglings
from the bushes

to feed on
fallen green apples

© Copyright 2007 Karilea Rilling - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 06-14-2007 06:51 PM       View Profile for SEA   Email SEA   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for SEA



I can see you out there, shooing them...

I love how you "tell" your poems
SmartChick
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2 posted 06-14-2007 07:12 PM       View Profile for SmartChick   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit SmartChick's Home Page   View IP for SmartChick

You sure have a way with words, Karilea.
Jaime Fradera
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3 posted 06-14-2007 08:16 PM       View Profile for Jaime Fradera   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Jaime Fradera

Takes me back to September of 1965.  How lonely and homesick I was, having never been away from home before. before.  It felt so drab and at times frightening.
I remember the sound of what I was told were bluejays, I could hear them caw caw cawing from wherever it was they were.  I thought they sounded like the gulls I heard at the sea shore. Caw ... Caw ... caw ... just hearing or even thinking about that bluejay sound reminds me ... makes me feel sad and gloomy.  At the time, I could hear enough to tell the different calls of birds, but just some of them.  I was told about and learned the call of a nasty one called a cowbird, which has the nasty habit of taking over another's nest, sitting on the eggs, then making a quick meal of the small fry when they hatch.  Boy, I thought only humans did stuff like that!  I could easily hear flocks of birds as they passed, and in what direction.  I could hear the distant whistles of passing trains, and wondered where it was the trains were going.  Had I been armed with more than a water pistol, I might have even taken a shot at them.  (You know how ten-yer-olds think).
On summer vacation, if I woke early enough, I would listen out the window in wonder as the night sounds gradually became day sounds, the activity from the other houses, opening and closing doors, cars pulling out of driveways, the sounds of the garbage truck on its rounds.  There was this bird I heard every morning just out the window ... I don't know what kind of bird it was.  I can still whistle his song I heard 40 years ago.  (whistles) but that won't work on Passions.
Now I live in an apartment and in order to hear anything I have to specifically set up for it.  I don't know if there are any birds here, or anything.  Just parked cars.
I wish I had your ability to add colors and visuals to your writes.
J

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4 posted 06-14-2007 08:51 PM       View Profile for MIcountrygirl79   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit MIcountrygirl79's Home Page   View IP for MIcountrygirl79

Thoroughly enjoyed!  After this morning, I'm thinking of writing one about shooting Blue Jays with buckshot!  Not very poetic, though, is it?  Oh well, I think you cornered the market on birds anyway!

Elizabeth
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5 posted 06-15-2007 06:41 PM       View Profile for secondhanddreampoet   Email secondhanddreampoet   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for secondhanddreampoet

this 'write' is a most fine 'impressionistic slice' of 'Sunshine' for my 'dark morning'!

sustained applause!!
JL
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6 posted 06-16-2007 07:53 PM       View Profile for JL   Email JL   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for JL

"snapclapping, echoes
bouncing off doorways
and back again, main and
side streets empty
as churchgoers
still sleep, blankets
gripped and pulled over
tousled heads"


You’ve made a short story come to life.
Pure vision, not television.
Beautiful story.  I hope you have more like this one.

JL


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~Thomas Jefferson

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Wow. Lush with sensory gems. I adore this and feel it's not dark but commanding of attention and balanced with beautiful contrasts.

Brava! Poetess.

Love,
reg
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a treat to read this afternoon

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How lovely to have watched you fully mature as a poet into this. Beautiful imagery dear friend...it was if it were played out before my very eyes.
BTW...how's book #2 coming?

Ruth
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10 posted 06-18-2007 11:49 PM       View Profile for garysgirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit garysgirl's Home Page   View IP for garysgirl

Sunshine lady, you always paint a picture
with your words. I can see the scene before my
eyes, as I read your words.

Good to read you again.
Hugs,
Ethel
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11 posted 06-19-2007 12:14 AM       View Profile for Drauntz   Email Drauntz   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Drauntz

very beautiful. every words was quietly talking .

enjoyed
Moonkist
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12 posted 06-19-2007 07:33 PM       View Profile for Moonkist   Email Moonkist   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Moonkist

Nice feelings and cool visuals.
Birds and nature rule !
Oh, gimme a hammock!
Thanks, moonkist
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13 posted 06-20-2007 09:55 PM       View Profile for The Lady   Email The Lady   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for The Lady



I was there
in that dark morning

"just black baggage
of thievery
and I"

I heard you snapclapping
what a wonderful sound...

snapclapping
 
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