A bird sang dawn into the room I watched the ceiling miss the moon; the moon so full of promises, red gold in blushing undertones, seductive, outlined by the dark. Now lost in morning calls of pink, deep throated songs of things at hand, sang from a fine mist on the fern I sandal softly from my bed. There sounds the bass call of the crow, already bent between the rows, nudging seeds that should stay down, up from the soft loam of the ground. There goes the train that whistles hard, in case some soul still lies about, as everywhere the morning sounds, give way to traffic as it mounts in high pitched whines and tiny beeps. I barely live inside the town. I barely live inside myself. But since a bird was kind enough, to brave my wrath and wake me up, I think the least that I can do, is toss him bread, to have with dew, while I slip quietly through the door, and view the world, bright new, once more.
The experimentation continues apace; there is more rhyme here than you normally feature, which I have to think is intentional, but it in no way holds back the piece or dilutes the Venablese that is yours and yours alone. An admirable stretch.
sort of a cross between Emily Dickinson, Edna St. Vincent Millay and that amazing Virginia poet Phibby Venable . . . it sings a lovely song on a cold and windy day
You are reading my thoughts today or perhaps the same winged muse flew both our ways. But this piece sounds like a rebuttal to my own gloomy, questioning poem about old age and death. This is truly brilliant and beautiful. It cheered my gloom quite considerably as well, I thank you for that! Sending along my love to a dear poet friend. (hug)
These witches, you have to watch them close...they'll stir the pot, mix the eye of Keats, the heart of Frost, stir in the memory of the moon...and, any sailor worth his cutlass will just jump ship...
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I live in the mountains of Southwest Virginia. Although my passion is poetry, I recently published a novel called, Women of the Round Tabl.. more..