Cockatoo river what murmur on the sleet silted breeze set wings to strobing silver and black against the thick grey goosedown sky? Your flock's stream arcs in muscular parallel with Earth's stretch until, elated I too throw arms wide to feel the joyous horizon.
Written in response to whimsygizmo’s dVerse Quadrille prompt ‘your poem theme “stream”‘
Submitted for Brendan at Earthweal’s search for the sublime. I feel a bit lazy submitting it for a second prompt but it seems very appropriate and … well, I beg ill health. 🙂
💙 this…. Such wonderful imagery… a grey goose down sky.
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Thank you ☺️
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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lovely descriptions; love the acclamation of the last few lines 🙂
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Thanks, John. Glad you liked the end. It took me a while to figure out how to end it.
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‘Thick grey goosedown sky,’ how do you ever get to sleep with all these beautiful images in your head? Wonderful!
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Thanks, Hobbo. 😊. Goosedown is a particularly nice image to sleep with. But I have to admit, this image was a gift. I was sitting waiting for a blood test and trying to write my quadrille. I thought about the dark sky I saw and tried to find an image. I looked in my lap and there was the label of the jacket in my lap. “goosedown” it blurted. I could hardly believe my luck!!
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And if it’s a Canada Goose, you must be loaded😂. Nice clothing, but ridiculously expensive brand.
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😁. I believe it was bought in a camping shop – possibly Kathmandu. But it is deliciously warm.
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I believe so. (That they are warm, not that you bought it in Kathmandu! 🤣) I may treat Mrs H one day. She feels the cold very much.
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Ha ha ha. Kathmandu is the name of a camping shop in Australia. 😀
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🤣🤣🤣
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I so agree!
this one was my favorite!
❤
David
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Thanks, David. ☺️
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Magical…
I love the sense of enchanted clockwork…
“set wings to strobing”
Gorgeous.
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Thank you! clockwork! I had that word in there and then lost it. my brain only works fleetingly atm
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Wonderful!
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Thanks, Bob! 🙂
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This … is a beautiful quadrille.
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Many thanks! ☺️
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I love the goosedown sky — and I love that last stanza! Oh yes!
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Thanks Beverly! Sorry I didn’t reply sooner!
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Wonderful. I loved the alliteration.
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Thank you. 😊
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Ohmygoodness! I could not love that
“thick
grey goosedown sky” more! So wonderful!
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Many thanks! 😊
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Love the imagery of the sky and the throwing arms wide! An uplifting piece! 💓
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Thanks Tricia! 💕
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Flying…(K)
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I love this current of joy!
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Thanks, Ingrid! 😁
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I love that thick grey goosedown sky! I love this poem and its joyous closing lines.
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Thanks, Sherry!
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How wonderful to hear another Australian voice at Earthweal. There is something about our birds that is truly uplifting. You are a mighty fine poet and your words express that feeling beautifully.
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Many thanks, Suzanne! Lovely words! 💕. I must admit, living where I do, it doesn’t feel hard to find the sublime. Every time I walk the dog, there is something beautiful to breathe in.
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How lovely. There are some beautiful areas around Canberra.
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I don’t think there is a sublime until one is capable or willing to receive it, and there is always a prior cost to that — a suffering, even horror — that changes the perception of the beautiful. I love the arms-wide embrace in emulation of a great bird’s flight. It endures. – Brendan
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Thanks, Brendan. I think nature whispers some wonderful salves to ears that listen. And perhaps you’re right. Suffering ears listen harder.
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