Open Poetry #36 |
Milkweed Muse |
ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Milkweed seems vulgar, After the blossoms fade. But enchantment is not lost If you focus on the pods; For invisible muses survive, Their song is in all things, Common-ugly, or dry No matter how everyday, No matter how cosmopolitan. On a walk, I find pods Spending downy seeds From cottony stem-tops; Silver streaks, floating- Rising up beams of light That the sun has dropped. Open beaks, outline Bird like-sprung-wide The begging mock Of a robins young. . No chirps are heard So I morph to bird-shape A feathered mother, Landing near her lair, Peering at fledglings, Gentle-soft--the tiny muses sing, And I hear life-like appeals Rise from dead-dry throats, Asking nothing of me But the spirit-worm of this poem. [This message has been edited by ice (07-06-2005 05:49 AM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
On a walk, I find pods Spending downy seeds From cottony stem-tops; Silver streaks, floating- Rising up beams of light That the sun has dropped. ~*~ Pretty as any picture, Ford... Thank you! |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Thank you for taking me along on this walk in nature with you. From something seemingly simple, the seeds of inspiration can be found. EA |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Enjoyed the image from this whole piece. :-) <^^> Today the pond....Tomorrow the world |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
enjoyed the walk |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
After a day working indoors, I enjoyed the journey through Mother Nature's offerings. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
well then, mr. magical muse, you did those fledglings justice, and us as well, this was an outstanding peace/piece, and a walk I would love to take with you anytime...thank you for the experience...hugs |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Thank you all for the lovely replies.... The source of this poem is made of coarse fibers..like myself, but it is not subject to rants and rages..like me, and so these things have more than physical nature....the muse inside them sings to be heard, and for a reason....I held my ear close this day... and was calmed by its song... -----------ice ><> [This message has been edited by ice (07-09-2005 07:38 AM).] |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
Peering at fledglings, Gentle-soft--the tiny muses sing, And I hear life-like appeals Rise from dead-dry throats, Asking nothing of me But the spirit-worm of this poem. ************************************ thank you for hearing their existence |
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