Explosions.
Stars like sparks splutter to bed
as birds catch fire.
Smut-red lips of sultry sun kiss
mouldering night
and in dawn's shimmering light
greet awakening sky.
Throat of thrush flintily strikes
other bird-minds,
inciting song while edge of day's
eye sets more alive
morning's explosions to electrify
small tongues in flight.
I stand dumbly admiring strident
trills of fervent dives
as winged searchers, self un-fed,
food must soon find
if newest nestlings are to survive.
Day's edge reminds earliest risers
of attending to business amid
splendour as rays become daytime.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments4
'I stand dumbly, admiring
strident trills of fervent
dives'..
its so impressive, how you word some lines
in a way, that we don't just comprehend or picture your portrayals,
its more like we actually feel them;
like this dive
that's full of aliveness and desperation, captured
in but a few words
and relayed in a manner, that has gasping
reliving, that same explosive sensation
that same - borrowed feeling...
you're gifted with a most unique poetic talent, dear Fay
thanks for sharing!
Am most grateful for your kind and very generous support L.B. - - and am delighted the read becomes alive - - your will no doubt agree that being there can be real when nature is served by exciting wordlings - -- thank you loads for your encouragement.
Good write Fay.
Thanking you kindly dear Orchi for your visit and read of Explosions.
I used to go out quite often before sunrise to take pictures in that Golden hour. And your poem here describes the feeling perfectly Fay. Makes me want to grab my camera, but it's only 8:30 PM here. Beautiful poem Fay. 👍
Wonderful words Fay, us early risers see some wonderful sights in our Natures world.
Andy
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