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Monday, 1 March 2010

Redemption by Chris Alba

The morning after the great storm
as broken branches litter the battlefield of lawn

a titmouse finds the birdbath
brimming with stormwater

and all sorrows cease
as it bathes.


Chris Alba, California, USA
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4 comments:

  1. Karen10:56 am

    This is a deceptively simple poem filled with action and imagery and reminders. Wonderful work!

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  2. CiCi3:13 pm

    I love the wording to describe the lawn. Good visual. And the titmouse cleansing itself after the storm reminds me that we can all do just that.

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  3. Anonymous6:25 pm

    Life, in the little things. Beautiful!

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  4. Tommaso Gervasutti7:14 pm

    Splendid poem, great choice. With a Japanese, haiku flavour in it.

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