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Tuesday, 3 February 2009

Notes for a landscape poem

winter brittleness of marsh

sunglow white behind grey cloud

in a skeleton tree
a small bird calls thinly
indistinct beneath our words


written at my writing workshop, Vogrie Country Park

8 comments:

  1. Anonymous9:07 am

    Thank you for sharing this! Nice image. I'd like to have been at that writing workshop!

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  2. Gentle realism that brings an afterglow. Very nice!

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  3. Well said Juliet - we talk far too much most times, missing out on many natural wonders. Wonderful imagery.

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  4. I've known those things! Great words ...

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  5. Beautiful. I really like your poems. Have you had anything published? I've started writing your haiku and poems in my diary, but it would be nice if you had already a book of poems. Ciao. Antonella

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  6. Lovely. I think the title is special in itself. It sort of suggests how nature is never quite finished, always a work in progress.

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