Happy Poetry Friday and Happy National Poetry Month!
I’m sharing a poem, art, and pics of a mourning dove that visited me this week in my backyard garden. Actually a pair visited, for quite a long time… I’m very fortunate and happy to have this garden to retreat to, and to watch in wonder as everything comes up this spring…
Stretch and preen…
Feathers spread fan-like,
drawing all eyes on your
nature beguiled pose.
Spring ground becomes your stage,
your silhouetted form offers
captivating beauty, momentarily,
captured in your Venus like stance.
Thank you mourning dove,
for sharing your hidden beauty
available only for selected few
to gaze upon in awe…
© 2020 Michelle Kogan
Here’s the pair of mourning doves…
I was looking for a poem to share about another mourning dove and came across JoAnn Balingit’s poem Brandywine Creek Preambles, which I was taken by. While it mentions a dove in the poem, it focuses on the creek, and is written in the voice of the creek. Read the “About this Poem” in the sidebar to find out more on the poem.
BRANDYWINE CREEK PREAMBLES
By JoAnn Balingit
2. In the year of my birth, billion-year-old Rock. Appalachia dapple grey.
3. I looked up at those loaves like a three-year-old met with giant mother’s naked ass. I watered her Toes. I ran and ran.
4. It’s good not to be dead I knew, in my own lap with the mourning dove.
5. Water drinkers hovered around me. Piedmont to fall line, grandparents to parents, coastal plain to marsh, my world of voices and sharp claws.
6. A high song spills from me and quiets never, not for Flood—
7. On summer weekends the city children the city children the city children ride their vinyl creatures down my Shoals.
8. I remember a chorus fell, old growth fell, white village growth, villagers’ low chorus with musket-fire, thunder-fire cloud crack, downpour, the People pouring blood. The Eagle’s white face and tail.
Read the rest of the poem here.
Christie Wyman at her nature filled blog, Wondering and Wandering is hosting the Poetry Friday Roundup, along with offering a new line for the Progressive Poem–which is reeling in towards its finish… Thanks for hosting Christie!
Visit Renée LaTulippe’s site No Water River to find out more about what Poetry Friday is.