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MAGPIE TALES 12: i am
such a tiny
of my fishbowl
i look out
my gills opening
A tender gentle poem -- it is so true we do not notice the small refinements of nature we assume they are to minuscule to bother about noticing. And yet it is sublime as your poem points out.
"Incarnadine. . ." What a perfect word in this poem! What close seeing. Thank you, Kay.
Thoughtful and well-crafted!
"...small supple spine weaving ripples nobody
I enjoyed reading this part out loud.
I loved how simple and deep your poem was. It left me with a desire to protect that delicate helpless creature.
Hi joanny, these small refinements of nature are also part of us...and i was identifying with them in this poem, the small fish alongside the larger incarnadine image--yes, Charlotte, I love that word! Somewhere in each of us that small fish swims.
Tumblewords and willow, thank you for your comments. That last image surprised me and gave me pleasure too. No pleasure/surprise for the poet, none for the reader. I think R. Frost said something like that????
Maha, I felt protective, too, as the poem began to make its way down the page. thank you for "getting" it, what I was trying to do.
magnificently done...the gentle ripples...i hope that it keeps th peace i felt in its reading...nice magpie!
This made me think that each of us, no matter our heft, make a difference in life's scheme ...
Amazing - how good you are!
A lovely poem, which on first reading appeared simple but then on second reading the deeper meaning was apparent.
So many live unseen, but endure...very poignant.
Thank you for giving me a beautiful moment this morning.
Dear Kathryn: How empathetic the "I am" being us and the fish as one, a unity of one. An intense poem, zen-like. Simplified yet deeply meaningful. Love the line;
"I raised from
of my fishbowl" and how you have removed the "non-essential" elements to make this poem rich in meaning. Excellent!
Cindy, what a pleasure to see you this morning! I'm glad you like this little piece. How are you? I need to drop by for a visit soon.
Thank you, chiccoreal; your comments are always so on target. And you are right about the zen-like quality I'd wanted.
Lyn, I'll be stopping by to see what you are writing. Christine, I've always thought the best poetry had the clarity of clear water so that the depths could shine through.
thank you all for visiting!
What I love is how you can say so much in such few words. That, to me, is an art. I love the rhythm of this too.
A stunning synthesis of sound, sense, and shape.
I felt like I was gently floating with that fish. Just like I used to notice when I was younger and would spend hours watching the tank.
your magpie is just beautiful! reading it left such a soothing peace...very nicely done!
It's a gorgeous metaphor. (I read it a number of times.)
mine is up.
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