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I like to talk. And write poetry. I paint a little too.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Where May Becomes June

After a while
the blackbird fell silent

When she next looked up
from the laptop, what passed
for darkness in a northern summer
had settled behind a much stronger light
now from the slow-moving moon



Blogger Judy Clem said...

Shocking! Fun enjambment. Jude

2:17 AM, June 16, 2009  
Blogger Judy Clem said...

sorry ,that comment was for previous poem.I am as addled as usual

2:19 AM, June 16, 2009  
Blogger C. said...


What a nice it gets quiet after "the blackbird fell silent"

and the subtle rhyming--laptop/looked up, June/moon....


10:00 PM, June 24, 2009  
Blogger hwf said...

This is the way night does not come in a northern summer. Very nicely stated.


1:17 AM, October 09, 2009  
Anonymous Aisha said...

Goodness-- visitors to this abandoned outpost of civilization.

We are preparing for darkness now -- give it a month and there may be a November poem with blackbirds flown south to you guys (yes, even Kitchener is south)

12:22 PM, October 09, 2009  
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