I took a photo of a fabulous
white magnolia
petals so extended, so righteous
And a great yellow jug of lily
offering its nectar
unconditionally.
I walked by tremulous honeysuckle
such shy profusion -
those tiny eyelashes agape.
And that flock
of tiny birds who dart in arrow's head
until formation flips and disappears
in the purple eternity
of a lake at dusk
In irritated sweep
a cockatoo head rolls
yellow crest flat back
wings in confident space
avoiding the chickering attack
of a little willy wagtail
and the shrill mockery
of an unaccompanied mynah.
Even the bean tree
found its voice this year
- articulate with blossom.
It takes nerve
this showy display
year after year
despite endless abuses
Yours is an audio-visual poem. Love it. In our suburb there is a beautiful magnolia tree in a yard that is mostly a wasteland. It is hard to believe that it flowers so beautifully each year.
Yours is an audio-visual poem. Love it. In our suburb there is a beautiful magnolia tree in a yard that is mostly a wasteland. It is hard to believe that it flowers so beautifully each year.
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Yes. So bravely beautiful. Like your flame robin. โฅ๏ธ
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Wonderful, you’ve done it again! You never fail to impress me. ๐
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Oh that’s so lovely. Thank you! ๐
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wonderful poem, full of skittering apercus: among my favourites: ‘chickering attack’ and ‘articulate with blossoms’ ๐
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Thank you!
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I had to look up the definition of apercus. Not a word I have heard before. Thanks for the education! ๐
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it’s a great word; I’ve long used it: unfortunately there’s no cedilla on my keyboard ๐ฆ
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Nor on my phone.
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