I was inspired yet again by the fabulous, sock monkey.
for the Waxwing,
summer withers
sending the bare bones
of blooms to exit; their shift over
high up on defoliated twigs,
these sturdy spires become crows nests –
for one last look at sparse reminders
and stark remainders
and perched reverently
with subdued crest, rakish black mask
and brilliant-red wax
droplets fallen on tail feathers –
splashes of hot springs
long before flames burned out,
they are temporary beacons
for the Indian summer
as birds gradually disappear
like iron filings
falling from silky paper
soon they will fly south
for winter before shivers ruffle
silver grey feathers, autumnal
splendour from its box of tricks
is spilt and trickery dazzles us
with cooler combinations
of life clothed in warmer
costume
like petrified stone,
stygian contours champion the night sky;
dulled for now, but grey streaks charm
expectations sat on the horizon
where silhouettes shudder,
and disrupted delineation means time for bugs
as they share the yawning night
with grey squirrels
tiptoeing on slender spindles
so as not to disturb me
they are companion to my thoughts
silent and reflective – undisturbed
morsels like tiny trails of sunflower seeds;
spent tears,
trophies of summer,
wishes that traced the blue,
blue sky,
the grey squirrel is a small
reminder hoarding the remainders
of sunflowers and their holiday romances
with summer’s bronzed face
when they meekly
brushed the air with smiling optimism
held spellbound, a perfect mime, until
summer comes again and the birds return.
monkey honored for serve as small muse for fine poet.
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Thank you, I am honoured to have such a fine and inspirational friend.
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I thank sock monkey for inspiring and you for sharing some beautiful word images. I particularly love :
“as birds gradually disappear
like iron filings
falling from silky paper”.
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Thank you, Margaret, very much. He is my small muse lol
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Thank you for such inspiring images throughout this writing. Beautiful
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I thank you for reading and enjoying it -makes my day.
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Sock monkey is great ☺
You never fail to surprise with your range and verbal acrobatics.
as birds gradually disappear
like iron filings
falling from silky paper — a perfect metaphor, original.
And this:
the grey squirrel is a small
reminder hoarding the remainders
of sunflowers and their holiday romances
with summer’s bronzed face
when they meekly
brushed the air with smiling optimism
Great poem, some special writing. Always a pleasure ☺
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I remember playing with iron filings in our den with the science kit. We blew the oven door off once lol. Thanks for those nice words.
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😀
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Fabulous!
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Thank you so much for reading.
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My pleasure.
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Reblogged this on As it Comes and commented:
From 2016. I’m not able to be here so often now but, again, hope you’re all well.
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