I've been writing a series of poems called "Confessions" - each one in the voice of a different bird. Yes, bird confessions, and some of them get pretty racy. But here's one to share for Poetry Friday:
Mallard Duck
Call me a dabbler, not a diver.
What's just under the surface
isn't much. Still, it feeds me.
Make what you will of that:
I need the water
more than the water needs me.
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You can also read some of my small thoughts about big things ("On Art, Pleasure, and Beauty, No Less"), inspired by a recent trip to Europe, over at today's Books Around the Table
The Poetry Friday round-up today is being hosted by the marvelous Jama Kim Rattigan at her blog, Alphabet Soup. Head over there to see what other people have posted.
Mallard Duck
Call me a dabbler, not a diver.
What's just under the surface
isn't much. Still, it feeds me.
Make what you will of that:
I need the water
more than the water needs me.
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You can also read some of my small thoughts about big things ("On Art, Pleasure, and Beauty, No Less"), inspired by a recent trip to Europe, over at today's Books Around the Table
The Poetry Friday round-up today is being hosted by the marvelous Jama Kim Rattigan at her blog, Alphabet Soup. Head over there to see what other people have posted.
