Morning mind
is mostly birdsong and green which
need more syllables than those words
themselves imply. From my porch swing
a hundred hues of green which have
no other name I know, and birds
at the feeder chatter and click
till a shadow and caw whooshes
them from mind into memory.
(An 8×8 which started as a 7×7 poem!)
11 thoughts on "Morning mind"
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Always love reading your work, thank you for sharing!
Enjoyed reading this one:
“a hundred hues of green which have
no other name I know…”
nice
This is a rich capture of a fleeting, specific moment. Well done.
I’m drawn by the porch swing, or is it the greens that swing? Love that ambiguity.
I love when my mind is “mostly birdsong” and the green is always welcome! Lovely offering, Pauletta!
This captures those fleeting moments that never garner our attention. A thought and a morning scene. All mundane, but a slice of life, all the same.
From a technical standpoint, I love how this poem seems to have evolved, from 7×7 to 8×8. It’s good to allow poetry to fill you in on intention.
Whether Northside or Rome, the birds always have the first say in our days! Lovely!
Yep!
Love: “a hundred hues of green which have/
no other name I know”
a swing and nature’s songs . . . aaahhhhh sounds like lovely space to me, thank you for sharing your comforting words