Birdwatcher
The broken wing
is a ploy.
Huddle
of the ground bird
is a disguise,
pretending
to be
a still
stone or shadow.
Then the day
turns from white
cloud
and sky blue
into a deep thalo
smear.
It is then that
Long Song
declares.
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Ah, the long song of the whip-poor-will! But I thought her name was Delores. I guess it’s Delores Long-Song. Nice ode to her!
I changed her name to Long Song but I absolutly love love
” Delores Long-Song “!
Perfect !!!!
Such a peaceful moment this ends with, so nicely balances the broken wing and thalo sky. I really enjoyed the measured pace of your poems, Coleman, the voice puts me at ease.
a masterful jewel.
unfolding in the
space of one deep breath.
The title does a lot for this poem to position us in that place of notice and wonder. Thank you.
I love the painterly choice of “smear.”
Thalo is a marvelous color. I love the descriptions/contemplations of your observations of nature. They always transport me to a peaceful place.
Love the word thalo—so many shades of blue. Neat.
The broken wing as a ploy. I like the hopeful feel in this one, it reminds me of a bird I saw once at a train track – a killdeer maybe, who hobbled along so pitifully luring the nosy and noisy big humans away from her babies.
I’ve seen the broken wing ploy!
Brilliant image drawn here:
Then the day
turns from white
cloud
and sky blue
into a deep thalo
smear.