Mandarin ducks, ascendant gray splash of
Side feathers,
Circle the fallen, stick pine, rust-fuzzed bark.
...................................................................The wake
Left behind the quivers of tail feathers
....................................................................Is scissors.
.................................The air is cut
Into scraps,
......................Stitched,
.......................................To become quilts of
Multicolored Matissean odalisque tin
..............................................That taps
The kimono wind
To twist tight over contours.
Duane Locke, Florida, USA
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Lives in rural Lakeland, Florida, Duane Locke, Ph. D. (Metaphysical Poetry) has had (as of September 07) 5,917 poems published in print and e zines.[Not one poem self-published, all published by others] 17 print and e books published. Also, a painter, exhibited widely--a discussion of his work appears in Gary Monroe's Extraordinary Interpretations (U of Fla press). Recent exhibition, 'Outsider Art' at
Polk Museum. A photographer, 289 photos published on internet. Does close-ups of tossed away trash, Mystic vegetation, visual music and nature (primarily small insects).
Gorgeous.
The words are delightful as is the structure itself.
Oh, I like this. Well done.
I've reposted this poem now with the proper layout. Duane had kindly allowed me to post it originally without the layout as i hadn't been able to work out how to format it, but now I can so here is the poem as it should look.
This is very good.
This was such a delight to view, read and envision. Lovely.
beautiful imagery.
Hi Duane, this poem of yours is
exquisitely written and formed.
An ethereal quality, the movement
of falling echoed. Poem 70 may
be read as two poems, actually.
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