Here is the house with rivers for walls.
Mine is the body with voices for skin.
In your eyes, setting suns and cycling stars.
Mine is the port with a shore made of wind.
Docks are easy, moorings leaden;
morning birds fill every tree.
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for quadrille #59--cycle
Love the idea of our body with rivers for walls!
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Lovely!
ReplyDeleteI love those morning birds. They were singing full tilt this morning. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMorning birds..cycling stars!
ReplyDelete"Mine is the port with a shore made of wind." That is gorgeous, given the birdhouse setting.
ReplyDeleteThe pairings of "cycling stars" and "moorings leaden" got me.
ReplyDeleteFrench dreamy.
ReplyDeleteI like how you've taken this, in 44 words and made it just a sheer pleasure to dream and take flight in .... how simply delicious.
ReplyDeleteYour Quadrille is a beautiful mantra, Shay, to learn by heart.
ReplyDeleteOn the mesa, where I live, there aren't too many birds, but I cherish each one. Recently I went to Namba, near Santa Fe, New Mexico, and birds filled the trees that morning, a symphony! As in your write.
ReplyDelete"Docks are easy, moorings leaden;..." so many images here in such a short piece, and the form gives it a haunting resonance. Just gorgeous, Shay.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Shay!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is an amazement of the most wonderful words and images. You knocked it out of the park, as you tend to do.
ReplyDeleteNice sound and nice line: "Mine is the port with a shore made of wind"
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ReplyDeletefill every tree
Musical chirping makes it more interesting and worthwhile!
Hank
Voices for skin..... I’m going to thinking of this for a long time. A sublime write!
ReplyDeleteAlas the mooring is so much easier... so many great phrases here...
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