Whoa!!! It is almost like the music changed right there at the end. We start with some soft flute and violins playing peaceful serenity as the mind pans the water watching nature float gently through the day and then....BAM!!! The cymbals crash and the electric bass starts thumping as we see what was left behind. That was way cool my friend.
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Thank you will. Sadly the music did change. From beautiful and tranquil into a tragedy. Happy Easter.. read moreThank you will. Sadly the music did change. From beautiful and tranquil into a tragedy. Happy Easter to you my friend.
a very surprising ending Chris...it seems only the ducks/ mallards really saw what happened until the reader finds out at the very end....your introduction was a teaser of sorts which built to a rather gruesome conclusion...yet your words were beautifully chosen.. for this natural scene of lovely swans wading and playing house in their natural habitat.... Well done
Best, B
Thank you Betty. The beautiful marina lake gives and takes. Fortunately she gives far more than she .. read moreThank you Betty. The beautiful marina lake gives and takes. Fortunately she gives far more than she takes but tragic accidents do happen. Always good to have your thoughts my friend.
Chris
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My pleasure dear Chris, always love your poems!
Hope you had a pleasant Easter!
Best, .. read moreMy pleasure dear Chris, always love your poems!
Hope you had a pleasant Easter!
Best, B.
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Lovely family Easter Betty. Hope yours has been good too. We have also been blessed with fine sunny .. read moreLovely family Easter Betty. Hope yours has been good too. We have also been blessed with fine sunny weather so have been able to make the most of our garden.
Whoa!!! It is almost like the music changed right there at the end. We start with some soft flute and violins playing peaceful serenity as the mind pans the water watching nature float gently through the day and then....BAM!!! The cymbals crash and the electric bass starts thumping as we see what was left behind. That was way cool my friend.
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Thank you will. Sadly the music did change. From beautiful and tranquil into a tragedy. Happy Easter.. read moreThank you will. Sadly the music did change. From beautiful and tranquil into a tragedy. Happy Easter to you my friend.
Wow, I was not expecting that ending. It had a definite twist in the ending like an O. Henry short story. Here, I was, getting all into the tale of the swans and watching the wildlife and OH! Although I'm a sucker for a happy ending, life doesn't always turn out that way and art tends to imitate life. I enjoyed the read. Well done. F.
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Thanks Fabian.The lovely marina lake gives but she also has the capacity to take. On this occasion i.. read moreThanks Fabian.The lovely marina lake gives but she also has the capacity to take. On this occasion it appears to be an accident. All the best.
Chris you must have a bag of words, love the first stanza makes me think of Easter or even spring you bring this write in a form of art a visual image of design. Thank you for sharing
Many Thanks Maurício. Always good to have a visit from you. Have a great day.
Chris.. read moreMany Thanks Maurício. Always good to have a visit from you. Have a great day.
Chris
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Hi sorry I had to read again, I've been away awhile but it's good to be back, love your thoughts and.. read moreHi sorry I had to read again, I've been away awhile but it's good to be back, love your thoughts and work and will be reading ❤️
A poem that has such a moving, shocking end. Yes, perhaps the swans saw her go down and wondered about her as she consigned herself to her dark, deep, watery grave. Your words are as always gripping as you build up the expectation of the reader, the story as if flowers upon the page to eventually reveal an intriguing, dark core.
oh geez, you know where I went with this one...
so alone, swallowed...
a young life cut short...even if the swans stand guard on their unborn...
some humans let their guard down...
and that is it.
j.
This has a ring of the familiar to it Chris, of a story that was never off the news or newspapers, now suddenly forgotten amid more of that flippin breaking news.
Oh how we devoured that story, added and embellished opinion and gossip, despite it being a real actual person we were gossiping about, with a real life family that had no choice but to live in the drama we all made out of a tragedy.
If only we could talk quack, eh?
I'm sure all they would have to say to us, or most of us at least is "silly humans!"
Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..