Friday, July 31, 2009

A meadowlark
dips his beak into
a teeming stream

when he sings he whistles
blissful things that
I could never start

and in his wings
freedom gleams as
morning dew departs

but in his stature
meek as be
there is no love
in his heart

3 comments:

  1. Evocative work, Vance. Beautiful spaces in between the phrases. Congratulations on your FB-i-cide.

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  2. I feel like the second stanza interupts the rhythm..
    Especially the ending of the second stanza.

    I love the wording.. and I think overall the flow is good.. but.. something bothers me.

    Can you explain that to me?
    The techincal explaination.

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  3. Hmmmmmmmm.....the second stanza is very aural; there is little else (if any) for the "mental ears," as compared to the "mental eyes."
    So far, that's 'bout all I got.
    First person is only in 2nd stanza. But...mmmmmm.....not bothering me. I don't think.
    I've always claimed (and always will) that poetry and music are inseparable. I'll have to "listen" a few more times to your verses to get further in. Maybe more later. Or maybe less.

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