Homegoing Meditation
The baby bird still
too still: I sit and sit, just sit
in July’s mowed grass almost breeze
with my Why.
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The baby bird still
too still: I sit and sit, just sit
in July’s mowed grass almost breeze
with my Why.
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Such power in the brevity here.
yes!
(wink)
The “almost breeze” of the “Why” is poignant, a lovely elegy for a baby bird.
The “almost breeze” created by “my Why” is so poignant. A lovely elegy, Lisa.
I will take any type of poetic words endorsement from Shelda Hale!
I love this poem so much.
It loves you back, Elizabeth Beck.
Aww. Heartbreaking and beautiful.
Well, you know I love Aww! X
Expert tiny poem.
Hi Linda! Thank you.
The why lingers for the reader here too and we carry it with us.
Hi Shaun. A carry/linger poem.
A clinger!