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MY NC POET LAUREATE BLOG, MY LAUREATE'S LASSO, WILL REMAIN UP AS AN ARCHIVE OF NC POETS, GRADES K-INFINITY! I INVITE YOU TO VISIT WHEN YOU FEEL THE NEED TO READ SOME GOOD POEMS.

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Friday, May 13, 2011

MAGPIE TALES: MELISMA





Melisma


for Nina Bagley


The doves in the empty fields

still mourn my father


though he was no saint

into whose palms


they might have come

gladly to roost


through the long afternoon

of a South Georgia


August, their voices

at last making harmony


out of the daily

descent of the sun,


its grace note shimmering

this side of silence.






August field's edge on my father's farm.


4 comments:

Marinela said...

Such a beautiful write!

Motivational Poems

Kathryn Stripling Byer said...

Thank you, Marinela.

Vicki Lane said...

The sound of mourning doves takes me back to my childhood.

A beautiful poem, Kay.

Tess Kincaid said...

Gorgeous. And such a wonderful tribute. Doves have such a poignant, melancholy call. Wonderful to see you back at Magpie Tales, Kay.