This, then.
The unmistakable beat
of beak on bark,
riveting me in place
to search out
the compelling provider of percussion,
my eyes and ears collaborating
in a pas-de-deux
until I locate
the whole world
in a downy woodpecker.
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| Where the Best Poems Grow 4.25 x 5.5" greeting card; acrylic, ink, and collage on paper abstract 2021 |
6 comments:
We also have woodpecker although I haven't spotted him yet! Love the sound, like new life! I can hear the music from your card!
There is something decidedly satisfying about locating a woodpecker at work when it's near to hand. Hope you spy yours, Carol. I find the music and beat compelling. Fun for me to know that you hear the music from my card as well : )
THIS! Poetry and color and shape and lines. The white spaces where my eyes rest. The seafoam color that smiles at me. The composition that is at once energetic and soothing....wowzers
THIS —— feedback re poetry, color, shape, lines, restful space, composition! Helpful and welcome, Jen! Thank you.
Such a gift when a creative outpouring comes together cohesively.
I gotta stop staring at this, (and rereading), and go cut up veggies for a salad. So alive this, I hear sax and drums! :)
Music to my ears, Sheila. Thank you! So grateful that the 'alive' breathes through this piece and touches you.
Enjoy your salad : )
ed. note: LOL at my using the phrase "music to my ears" —— in a discussion w/ a student yesterday about clichés, I couldn't come up with an example!
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