Part of my Feb 2024 Dream Poems project.
Free Verse
Days when time’s ticking like a twitchy
heart and I have to decide: write a poem
or watch the birds? I’m watching the birds,
winter’s devotees, reptilian dactyls ratatatting
metered feet, woodpecker laying waste the already
faltering apple tree with a tap-tap, tap-tap, true spondee,
and an assonance of mourning doves clustered and cooing.
A common bird and yet that plummy colourwash, striking eye
ringed arctic-blue. Twittering juncos billow up, whisk down, one after
another, verse after verse, punctuated by chickadees’ quick refrain, a diving,
dashing disappearance; and I’m back to that glacial
eye, summoning sky and sea, more poetry
than I could possibly
©MWms 2024
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