a pervasive humming
thrummms
in the shallow hollows
of my body’s geography
tickling like wingtips
vulgar and insistent
it prowls about
the edges of my dwelling
dropping claws
like shale thrumming
ridges through my
spirit’s soft song
it preens out parasites
as light seeps out my back
illuminating the falling
black feathers
that follow me home
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I liken exercise as the closet I get to my animal body … love the sense here of cycling out in the element with a nakedness that joins and then is the flock. – brendan
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This a so peaceful! Absolutely beautiful and memorable poem. Your wings are showing!
Lady Nyo
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Terrific imagery. And of course fun! Loved it!
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..that follow me home! Peaceful ending to your ride….I could smell freedom in every line….Well woven thoughts!
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dang, some really cool imagery…the light piercing your back to the black feathers…nice..
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Now there’s a bike ride I want to take. Awesome poem, Brenda.
Pamela
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Thank you, Pamela.
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Very light and filled with fresh air. Lovely.
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Dusk seems like a wonderful time for a bike ride. I didn’t ride all last year. I have to change that THIS year. Your poem inspires me.
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Pedal away…it’s been beautiful here between rainspells. ha!
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Quite an elegaic bike ride! Beautiful descriptors bring motion and color into this as actors in the drama, and the cleansing of the last lines gives an almost physical sense of relief.
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Thanks for your great comments. I felt the elegaic sense of the ride, too (great word, btw). I included the last lines for relief…the poem seemed a bit on the dark side to me. 🙂 I almost used white feathers, but black suited the mood of the piece better.
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