Friday, April 22, 2016

Poetry Friday: Some Thoughts about a Duck

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. 

5 comments:

  1. Racy bird confessions, oh my! Love your sweet poem. It's such fun to see ducks dabbling with their tufty bottoms in the air. :) Quack!

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  2. One of my favorite poems is about ducks--"Ducks' Ditty" by Kenneth Grahame. I'm glad you're taking on our little feathered friends, I can't wait to read more.

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  3. Hmm...maybe I, too, am a "dabbler, not a diver." But only sometimes. It's fun to be able to do both!

    Can't wait to read more bird poems!

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  4. A curious ending. Prosaic little mallard duck. But I wonder how murky the water would be without it.

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  5. Julie, I like your poem. It has rhythm and spunk. I look forward to you hosting Poetry Friday.

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