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posted by J.B. Rowell at 8:02 AM
About Me
- Name: J.B. Rowell
- Location: East Bay, California, United States
I am a mom who writes poetry and does not bake.
serving fresh poetry
I am a mom who writes poetry and does not bake.
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migratory stir in empty sky
flick of movement
in collective sends
starlings clockwise
then counter
which first sets
sights on evergreen?
before all eyes shine
focus convergence
green sea parts
cleaves to air with all
not offered still
iridescent plumage
alights in branches
quickening weighs
suddenly until
black sun aloft again
shapes communicate
how communally
we fail then fly
Cool video! Thanks for your poem and for inspiring me today.
If Not for Starlings
Starlings swoop and swerve,
dive into the evergreen arms
of a cedar as if pulled
by the force of a magnet.
We watch as the combined
weight of a hundred birds
splits the tree like a knife
sinking into a loaf of bread,
bending the limbs
but not breaking them.
You’ve got to admire
their decisiveness,
the way the starlings turn
and turn again,
keep coming back
to the same tree,
its strength and flexibility
a certainty to them
but unknown to us
until this very moment.
I love your poem, Irene, especially the bread and the ending - thanks! The poem turns effortlessly at, "You’ve got to admire/their decisiveness . . ."
Thanks for taking up the challenge! Let's post it front and center . . .
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