On the porch in blueblack suit a grackle walks
By water bowl, his dull brown spouse cackles, talks
In circles near the trees their family talks
In the shadows of the leaves stands birdbath waterbowl
Through the branches and the leaves come waterfowl
The wind walks through the leaves and branches roll
It’s suppertime, and I reach out to you across a casserole
Outside, we hear the grackles talk to waterfowl
And through the silence we talk with words and soul
© Gay Reiser Cannon * 2011* All Rights Reserved
Posted again for article on common speech 12.13.13;
I thought this my best example. I also wrote Self Portrait at Seven
which I posted for #OLN Tuesday as an effort to achieve this voice of mine.
I wrote another for today, but as poems often do it resisted my attempt
to do what I needed it to.
If you’ve read this before don’t feel compelled to comment.