The pin

My mother

was not one for symbols

poetry, flowers, song

Life was survival

drawing within the lines

propriety

avoiding illness, death, disgrace

She loved in a quiet way

I love you, not said

was to be understood

shown in service

in food prepared

in time given

in a kiss goodnight…

She offered her token

with shyness

surprised to discover

it would be treasured

(did I not show my love?)

an ornate but simple pin

of her mother’s mother, Catherine

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entwined initials

of a mother who died young,

a connection in my hands to

to touch

to wander with

into invisible realms.

~

Inspired by dVerse Tuesday Poetics: Threads of Feeling

drink to me

Drink to me with your eyes
I will be yours
but at your peril
My sea is vast.
Pools of magic fish
diver’s coral
aquatic gardens
and lost treasures
dazzle with mystery.
My inner confusions
flash illusion yet
my depths are true,
unexplored diffusion.

~

Remember the song: “Drink to me only with thine eyes?”  The dVerse Tuesday Poetics invitation to write poems about drinking reminded me of this opening phrase and then I wrote a quadrille.

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200 Starlings

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200 starlings drop by
in a cloud
that swoops and dives
An aerial ballet
takes over every inch
of the front yard
It’s a convention and
they’re dining on
dried chicory husks
with other delicacies
hidden in the snow
They huddle on the roof,
congregate the road,
then disappear on mass
reappearing seconds later
behind the house
And I, featherless, chatter
exhilarated
by this encounter,
their parallel universe.

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Flash

A murmuration of starlings

fills cloud burdened sky

in a flash performance

Its  speckled phantom shape

twirls, unfurls

dips and turns

over there

now here

and gone

leaving smiles and

windshield signs

~

The above photo,showing a murmuration of starlings, is from Pixabay.

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