Tuesday, December 13, 2011

OR, BIRDS AT THE FEEDER


Small sorrows
Ecstasies great
Tragedies incomprehensible
Or, birds at the feeder

Then the questions:
What if? How come?
Suppose it: hadn’t, had,
Wasn’t, was, did, didn’t;
Or, birds at the feeder

And the imaginings -
Picture yourself,
Or someone:
Soaring, laughing, watching,
Dying, slaying, burning
Or, birds at the feeder

The mind’s every kernel
Every germ,
A rudimentary bit
Possibly potential
Poetry, just waiting
To be birthed
Or, birds at the feeder

S.E.Ingraham©

5 comments:

  1. You forgot to mention the squirrels ;^) I really like this a lot, love how after the colons you touch on so many possibilities within the framework of life, or birds..., well you know.

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  2. Thank you for joining Poets United. I have added your blog to our blogroll so others can discover you and your wonderful poetry. Poets United is what you make of it so explore, comment often and it will lead to folks doing so in return. We look forward to visiting your blog and reading your poetry.

    Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
    There is no happiness like mine.
    I have been eating poetry.
    ~Mark Strand

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  3. Insightful! Interesting! Thank you for sharing!

    Erick Flores

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  4. rch - I didn't have the photo up when you commented - this is a "squirrel baffling" feeder apparently - lol; thanks to all of you for reading and commenting, it's much appreciated - and Mark, I really like your 3 line poem and can relate to that ...

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