Flues : curmudgeon

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Part 1 of the 2 part series

Updated 10/21/2022
Created 02/12/2004
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each time
the bird circles high in the azure skies,
He takes another turn    
                                    palpitating,
His nerves shot,
the bird is landing,  what sees, eyes
little squeals of delight,

                                    cantankerous , raucous calls
of the shrikes

amidst it all He spies the
robin,
bird on a wire ,
stretched taut, yearning,
coming in ,
waiting as all would
slowly finding
  

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LeBrozLeBrozabout 16 years ago
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This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 20 years ago
liked it

Lovely wording, equally lovely images, somewhat wistful.

A pleasure to read.

Elan

jthserrajthserraabout 20 years ago
I love the phrasing...

a minimal style that was simply wonderful to read. Excellent poem.

jim :)

WickedEveWickedEveabout 20 years ago
great title

Very nice, Razz. I really do like your poems that are a bit more along the lines of minimalism.

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