While Watching Swifts
It was while tracing
the arc
and the twist
of swifts
with his naked eye
across a
still and salmon pink
September sky
when out
of the blue, it dawned
on him ..
It must, at least be
love, art
or poetry, he thought ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Beautifully expressed dear friend, I think it's all three. I can see the urge in the artist to paint it, the longing of heart to absorb it and the need in the poet to capture it in words, which is exactly what you have done. I love the way you have traced the movement of the swifts, and the visual of color.
I am absolutely thrilled to bits Bella, thank you so very much ........... Neville
For me it is impossible to express the wonder.
Glad you took up the challenge and succeeded, Neville
Thanks mate, I really appreciate that .. Neville
I had an experience of two halves - in a field, watching swifts go by, poetically, winging their way, etc - then I stepped in a pile of manure! Well, I was looking up. From the sublime to the ridiculous. lol.
Forgive the bum, but man you're scraping the bottom of the barrel today Mr. O ....... 🙂
Very true Neville, swifts are like art in motion.
Andy
Goldfinches are too ................................ cheers 🙂
so lovely
thank you very much indeed Brycycle 🙂
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