Thursday, September 5, 2013

Magpie: Greening


Greening

The empty spaces
Wear a green
Mist as thin as a
Hummingbird’s wings.
I stoop in verdant garb
Shaped for bones
Far more elegant
Than mine,
Placing pieces
Of greening shapes
Imperfectly.
Still, poetry doesn’t
Make substance
Of devotion
Without a flaw
In the dance.



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13 comments:

  1. "Mist as thin as a
    Hummingbird’s wings." - how beautiful is that? Simply stunning.

    So very true, Nana Jo - the imperfections make the beauty.

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  2. Without a flaw in the dance, is a wonderful line and so true. Really good take on the prompt.

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  3. As I walked the dog yesterday I thought about you when I saw the buttercups up and bloomed out. I thought of how you write and describe the beauty you see or find the right poem to publish. I do enjoy reading it all. :)

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  4. You've done it again, Jo. "Mist as thin as a
    Hummingbird’s wings", perfect.

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  5. I'm with the folk who commented on the well chosen imagery.

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  6. So nicely written! Visual and vibrant.

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  7. Flaws only highlight the rest of nature's perfection...

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  8. Interesting piece. I have read it a couple of times now and I am still finding new layers and new meanings. And that is good poetry.

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  9. I often find the flaws the most beautiful.

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  10. true words.
    the imperfect is perfect.
    :)

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  11. welcome join poets rally week 39, share a free or old random poem, make new poetic friends, have your work fully represented by the end of the rally..


    thanks for the time.
    Happy Writing.
    Hope to see you in.
    xoxox

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