17 may
which will I remember for you—
grass-grown gravel track away
from constant surge and pass of cars
in bright sunshine; eight ducklings
tumbling in still water beneath the bank;
willow’s huge grateful shade; one tractor
loud-plowing this last possible acre
among apartments, hospital, shopping mall
*
18 may
all ducklings aground
in hidden huddled shelter;
gust-ruffled water
All this and a collage too! (K)
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I thought of you…especially when I found those circles. 🙂
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It sad to lose that, but lovely poem and collage.
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Thanks, Merril.
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J – Not sure if it interests you, but this perfectly fits Susie’s real toads prompt.
This looks like a cross-day haibun… and I agree with Merril ~
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Thank you, I will go over and have a look.
p.s. I am still thinking of how to get that poets-reading-other poets club going. 🙂
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Soundcloud account, or similar, would be my suggestion. Or send an email to Sherry at Poets United / real toads, or Grace or Bjorn at dVerse – they have platforms. Someone has to run the show, of course… I nominate you! your idea! 🙂 but bounce some ideas, etc.
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Oh, good ideas. Now I will have to follow through!
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after your suggestion, i’ve been considering it for the next time i host a post in the garden. i bet Marian would let you guest host there. Kerry is under the weather (well, truth be told, gravely ill) so direct a request to Marian…
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Sad how things change. Wonderful write and image.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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Those last wild places should have preservation orders slapped on them. You describe it beautifully 🙂
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Thanks, and Yes. These little suburban pockets are so interesting…and endangered.
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The whole right bank of the Garonne was like that when we moved her 11 years ago and it’s gradually been tamed and built upon. Such a shame.
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So many people…and we each need our own dentist, toy store, etc. 😦
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More people means more cars means more roads, another bridge…and when you’ve got all of those, you get more cars…
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Both made me see the scene so vividly. Line by line as if being painted before my eyes. What a wonderful experience for you to give me.
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Thank you for this kind encouragement!
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You are welcome. But truly , it was so vivid to me.
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I love the idea of remembering as service …
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I love that you said that, for lots of reasons including my wondering what I do to help…you know…and I think poetry can be something, even if small & quiet.
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Yes. We can at least remember … these days, that is a powerful, powerful contribution.
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