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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Black Bird In A Blooming Tree

I am a black bird in a blooming tree.
I am a spell bag suspended on a bright string cord.
I am a confession left incomplete,
spoken in a voice as soft as the turning stars.
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PS--under the heading of boring minutia, March marks my 7 year blogoversary.

14 comments:

  1. Happy 7 years of sharing your genius!

    Me like short word prettys!
    Today YUM. UGH!

    You took those broken wings and learned to rhyme! You were only waiting for this moment to begin. Fly, blackbird Shay!



    ALOHA from Honolulu
    ComfortSpiral
    =^..^=

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  2. Seven years of INCOMPARABLE poetry! Your poetry showed me just how far outside the box poetry can go. We are all the richer for your amazing imagination. I love this poem. It is Perfect.

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  3. And if you weren't blogging, would you still have several published books under your belt?

    Happy Blogoversary, Shay.

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  4. Happy blogoversary FB! Love your poems!

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  5. Haha Cloudia, thanks a lot for the earworm! That's great.

    Hope you'll be here for another 7 years, Shay. Interesting description of a soft, soft voice... I had to quiet down myself in order to recognize that here. Lovely!

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  6. incomplete confession... love the concept *grin*

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  7. You very seldom do poems this brief, Shay, but here you show they can be as vital and as potent as a thousand words. Can a confession ever really be complete?--I wonder. Many congratulations on seven years blogging, and thank you for all the amazing poetry.

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  8. Happy 7 year blogoversary Shay! I love this poem.....soft like a sigh close to the heart and ear. :-)

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  9. You are a quiet wonder, quite wonderful.

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  10. Congratulations on 7 years!!! It's impressive and almost as impressive as the poetry (and reviews) we discover here:~)

    I loved the last lines of this poem!!!

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  11. 7 years of pure genius (like this poem)!

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Spirit, what do you wish to tell us?