Open Poetry #11 |
Environmentalists |
VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Environmentalists Virginia Salter Polka-dots upon the playground bobbing heads and feathered wings silently they scratch and stumble scramble for the golden rings. Rising up or swooping in with their bent to feed and play glimmer in the autumn sunshine as they brighten up the day. Gulls with comic-like proportions when proximity shows their mirth, yet, at a distance, things of beauty glide and dance a song of earth. Scavengers, they, as if by duty cleaning well the world they live for a nibble, a bit of ‘candy,’ can we not, likewise, forgive? © October 28, 2000 |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Sounds like it is describing the scene right out front of this house. There are 19 or so bird feeders out there and all swarmed with our little feathered friend. I really enjoyed this read. I like your concept of forgivness in this one and the use of metaphors was terrific. |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Thanks, Mark, for reading and your interesting and kind comment. Surely we can forgive the birds their little infringements when they do so much good. After all, when they plant seeds they also fertilize them for us. Metaphorically, people may infringe as well when their intent is to do good. By what might we measure their forgiveness? |
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