when did the bird die?
under the head
of my creaky bed
where I sat
upon hours with a board
keying on my knees
feathers from quills
that poked my soft
impressionistic face
pillowed goosing
for restless sleeps
now resting four feet down
the graveyard sighs
the feathers fly
into vacuumed silence
under the head
of my creaky bed
where I sat
upon hours with a board
keying on my knees
feathers from quills
that poked my soft
impressionistic face
pillowed goosing
for restless sleeps
now resting four feet down
the graveyard sighs
the feathers fly
into vacuumed silence
Very imaginative. We have so little control over the variables once decisions are made and must be seen through to their finish.
ReplyDeleteKay, I'm impressed by your skillful use of personification. A fusion of scene and emotion.
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Thank you, my friends.
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ReplyDeleteWell, there you go Kay. "House Cleaning Orange County" has bypassed all our verbiage and gone straight to the heart of the matter. Who says poetry doesn't change things when you get that kind of generous response?!
ReplyDeleteThat has got to be the funniest thing to happen this year! They should stop talking and get to my house and clean it!
ReplyDelete:o) ~Kay
Kay,
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely lovely; it reads so sweetly, like a sheet drying in the wind on a perfect day.....pajamas
Pajamas, it is always a pleasure to see your words. Your comment is a poem. It takes me into spring...
ReplyDeleteThank you. ~Kay