With high reaching wings,
and propelling blades, it ignores
the wistful wants of waiting clouds
to take the hand of a rising sun.
Seagulls circle like tethered toys
looking for silver glints of edible scales;
a pair of mallards indignantly demand
drive-through orders of hand tossed bread.
Coffee cups echo with chit-chat noise,
frying bacon wafts like a sirens song.
Morning has directed her characters of choice,
this afternoon we’ll see the wind perform.
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Great work, Pat. Some beautiful and deep images here.
Like the last poem, the tone here is wonderful. It is calasically you with this wonderful tone. I love it.
sounds like a great time at the beach - could sure use some of that!
"silver glints of edible scales" - cool description (the others are, too!)
A nice one...very much so. Hoping you are well, Pat.
takes me to the beach.......lying on my back in the sand, sharing the day with the gulls, the wind and a drink.....very descriptive.....
I enjoyed the sounds in this one, Pat.
Marvelous, my friend! Takes me right there.
this makes me want to be there at the show... great stuff!
Love this one Pat!
Wonderful!
Love this one Pat!
Wonderful!
I like the detail and how you bring it together.
wish I was there!
Thanks Kai!!
Thanks Barnes!! Just Satdy mornin at the lake.
Thank you Russell!!
Steve, plus or minus 300 miles northwest of the beach, the lake, but water and sun are good where ever they are. Thanks!!
Thanks Don!!
Thanks Nea!! Just little ole Lake Lanier.
Thanks MB!!
Thanks Vaughn!! Anytime.
Polona, come on!! Thank you!!
Thanks Margie X 2!!
Thank you Paul!!
Anytime Andrew!!
lovely images, pat.
i enjoyed reading this aloud. :)
all my senses moving on this one!
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