I am still upright. Bone is connected to tendon,
ligament to filament. I'm breathing,
and breath leads to song.
My brain is not just flesh, it is a canvas.
As long as I'm still here, any poem is possible.
Morning: I sit with coffee and the paper.
Better to sit outdoors, let the dog take her
desultory walks around the property,
show the squirrels what's what.
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Saw a photo in a magazine and this came out.
This crescendos with delight. *
Great build-up and killer last stanza. Any poem is possible is a perfect title.
Love the voice of the piece! And the kinetic flow of images that "wrangle word juice."
"word juice," cool!
Great poem, Gita!
*
Last line is oddly long though. Starts to break apart on its own.
Consider:
with solemn lakes for eyes
reading a poem about birds
aloud to the audience in the trees.
Or:
with solemn lakes for eyes
reading aloud a poem about birds
to the audience in the trees.
To my ear, poem reads more smoothly without the commas around "if necessary"
Terrific work here!
A fine utterance.
*, Gita. Really well-done poetry.
Thanks to Bill Yarrow for his suggestions. I made some changes. I love this place.
I liked it better the way it was before.
Love the poem, especially the last stanza. ***
I am still upright. Bone is connected to tendon,
ligament to filament. I'm breathing,
and breath leads to song.
Yeah. And this makes my heart beat.*
Great work. Enjoyed. Strong closing.
Nice. I'm there with it.
Juice from word, reading to birds. Great stuff! *
'Meanwhile, I'm wrangling for word juice'
Nice wrangling. ***
Nice work *