1.10.2008



feathered battleship grey
wingbars flashed
every bird in one
you clever mimic
aerodynamic sky king
jujitsu fighter bird
spiraling
into your twin

later

in the holly
watching and waiting
peanut butter, blueberries, the world!

on the fence
mailbox
rose trellis
birdbath
my heart
and mind

feathered battleship strewn
smeared twisted dashed
gone

vile oily slinking
dull matted pastis
feather on your lip!?!

locked eyes
smooth wood
silver comet
exploding rose
quiet

feathered battleship grey
kept your feathers
in a golden box
with the hawk and
tiny owl
4 years now
i'll paste them on my arms
and fly to you
in another lifetime

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24 Comments:

Blogger moi said...

I was wondering when we were going to get another poem. So, so lovely . . . especially the last stanza.

7:28 AM  
Blogger Aunty Belle said...

Oh my, pup...beautiful.

8:43 AM  
Blogger Ruela said...

very beautiful.

9:34 AM  
Blogger The Troll said...

Like the picture. Confuzzled by poetry, as per usual. The only poet I ever understood was Blake and he was close to illiterate.

Does it mean you shot the nasty cat who's been stalking your bird-feeder?

10:05 AM  
Blogger /t. said...

beautiful
illumination

putting all of that detail
into the wing and tail feathers is visually striking, and suggests, too, a possibility of 'more' in these 'action parts' of flight

tumbling through ideas and images in your poem with one eye on the illustration is delightful -- i think they work together nicely

beautiful cool blue gray!

if this is you on your game, then rock on!

¤ ¤ ¤

/t.

10:38 AM  
Blogger Aunty Belle said...

mayhap youse on wavelength wif the Troll--both of ya has nekkid ladies ridin' animals on yore posts...??

11:06 AM  
Blogger The Troll said...

Mute Monday for January 14th theme is "DIXIE".

1:36 PM  
Blogger X. Dell said...

Why wait four years? Can't you buy battleship gray feathers in bulk?

Forgive my silliness. This is beautiful. You must have quite a muse.

6:16 AM  
Blogger Enemy of the Republic said...

She, I don't think I remember poetry from you. This is outstanding, pup.

6:31 AM  
Blogger Kate said...

love it!
and its perfect for the picture... which came first?

Also I am wondering what your new business is going to be and will you have a website for us to shop at??

7:43 AM  
Blogger she said...

moi: i don't think it's as good as the one i wrote for mike tyson...do you? grrrrerhahahaha

aunty: thanky much

ruela: thank you!

troll: did i shoot the kitty? *crickets*

/t: illumination! i didnt know it until you said it but thats it exactly! my game? it is more like what we talked about when me met: applied art/product manufacturing soon i will be free to show it but right now its in the top secret vault.

aunty: i saw that!

troll: i am so there

xdell: for four years ive had the feathers now...and yes i could get feathers right from my hens' asses.
the muse? the muse was the mockingbird and i miss her/him. still. good to see ya!

enemy: are you serious? you dont remember the mighty K9's poetry??? i won mayden in the duel! click on my poetry label and all will be revealed!

kate: as soon as my copyrights come back i will show you. and thank you! (picture came first)

2:50 PM  
Blogger Kate said...

=]
I know a good patent attorney if you need one! lol

5:58 PM  
Blogger foam said...

love the poem...sad, yet hopeful. love the painting. i actually saw this painting on your etsy site several months ago and read what you wrote about your feathered friend there. this poem is a lovely tribute.

3:16 AM  
Blogger ThursdayNext said...

I dont know what is more lovely...the illustration or the poem.

6:28 AM  
Blogger puerileuwaite said...

It's as if you reached right into my nightly dreams, and yanked out that image! Only sometimes it's a Pug with wings instead of a bird.

10:15 AM  
Blogger Aunty Belle said...

HEy...lookin' again...the tail looks like spliced film.

8:58 PM  
Blogger The Phosgene Kid said...

Very nice - great imagery.

9:31 PM  
Blogger un dress said...

like the words

the bird

the golden box:

each object telling

your story...inside...




:)

9:22 AM  
Blogger cathy said...

I like the poem. I dabble a bit myself on and off.

Also read your previous post but didn't comment. It would have taken until next Tuesday! LOL.

1:40 PM  
Blogger she said...

kate: i dont think "patent" is applicable here...but i'd like to meet mr kate all the same.

foamy: thank you. i started thinking about it again as i do every year at this time of season...i loved that bird.

thursday: you are too kind, miss. (at your age you are still "miss") grrherhahaha

puerileuwaite: only if several women were riding you would it be your dreams. actually i think a reverse picture is in order. grrherha

aunty: neat! i like that

PhoKid: thanks and good to see ya!

un dress: welcome to the dog pound; the republic of hound...i hadn't thought of it, but that box would indeed tell my story.

cathy: welcome to the dog pound! glad you read my comment at pugs in the spirit it was given. re: my previous post grrrrrherherherhahahaha! i'll bet. just tuesday? grrrherhahahaha good to see ya girl.

3:33 PM  
Blogger Pete Bogs said...

love this! and she-wolf of white noise... if you put out an art book I will buy it...

6:58 AM  
Blogger she said...

bogshond: if you would give me an address i would send this girl to you! (a print of it)

7:08 AM  
Blogger Infinitesimal said...

ahhh freya reemerges.

that image is inspiring.
the poem is also poignant.

sorry i been such a stranger here.

1:03 AM  
Blogger -Cora said...

This one is so special...because it's so you :)
xoxo~

11:48 AM  

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