by Shirley Smith Franklin
If I were a bird, of soaring I'd be fond,
over the house, from this noisy town away,
find peace and some solitude near a still pond,
(near plenty of food and feathered friends, I pray).
I would sing my heart out whenever I pleased,
twittering all kinds of love songs to the breeze,
or, if I pleased, repeat frustrated questions
again, again, though answers be suggestions
or outright rejections. I would want to build
a comforting nest of rambling proportions
with nooks and crannies filled with delicious snacks
and a variety of books--paperbacks.
I wouldn't care about what the other birds said
about ruffled appearance or unmade bed.
I'd humbly (but proudly, probably) reply
in honest, brash poetry: I'm a Magpie!
If I were a bird, of soaring I'd be fond,
over the house, from this noisy town away,
find peace and some solitude near a still pond,
(near plenty of food and feathered friends, I pray).
I would sing my heart out whenever I pleased,
twittering all kinds of love songs to the breeze,
or, if I pleased, repeat frustrated questions
again, again, though answers be suggestions
or outright rejections. I would want to build
a comforting nest of rambling proportions
with nooks and crannies filled with delicious snacks
and a variety of books--paperbacks.
I wouldn't care about what the other birds said
about ruffled appearance or unmade bed.
I'd humbly (but proudly, probably) reply
in honest, brash poetry: I'm a Magpie!
Ooh, ooh, lookatthis: a quotation from a book review by Lisa Jarnot, to which review there's a link on the sidebar of today's napowrimo page:
ReplyDelete"As for The H.D. Book, perhaps it will serve as a reminder of the poet’s potential to be self-motivating, curious, and awake to the possibility that some foggy recessed alleyway will open up a world."
Lord, renew my faith!