View Beyond
By skinner_jennifer
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Where floating clouds are stained,
Strange madness penetrating skies –
Darkness thickening before billows
Can change,
Rays have no beam or wink
Between leaves, no trace of
Plume lingers in high tops
Of trees;
Swift breath of invisible breeze
Bakes in heat, dust lingering on
Polluted surface; time accelerated,
Too late for a cure.
Or maybe I'm a feathered ghost
Interwoven with migrating birds,
Carried through a ruptured mantle;
To where soul can rest in peace.
Pixabay free to use image.
Updated and written previously under
featheredwing.
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visible ghosts
You wrote an excellent poem Jenny, especially I like the idea of a feathered ghost it conjures up images like a flying spook or a tarred and feathered one which presumably one would be able to see. Swift breath of invisible breeze ... full of very clever lovely images.
Keep well and thanks for all the beautiful poems & Nolan
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Sounds like a stormy evening
Sounds like a stormy evening sky?
I wasn't sure what was in your mind with time accelerated, Too late for a cure.
You dream of peceful flying up there! Rhiannon
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Reminds me of the sky I saw
Reminds me of the sky I saw earlier, low rolling clouds, dark against the blue. I get the sense of something foreboding, it could be too late for a cure but we can only be optimistic. I really enjoyed the last verse, 'or maybe I'm a feathered ghost, interwoven with migrating birds'.
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Anything swift being baked
Anything swift being baked emphasizes the intensity of the heat. Baking, to me, is a slow, patient process, so the swiftness not preventing the baking intensifies the heat. Helluva hot poem. Much obliged for the read.
V/R
TJ
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a sense of something bad
a sense of something bad coming - very prescient Jenny, both today and the year before the pandemic. Well deserved cherries!
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"or maybe I'm a feathered
"or maybe I'm a feathered ghost..." "Lovely imagery and layered meanings. Enjoyed, of course. Paul :)
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Hi Jenny
Hi Jenny
Such a lovely choice of words. This poem as a real atmosphere about it.
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Am very sorry I missed this
Am very sorry I missed this one, as Jean says it is very atmospheric! Gorgeous as all your poems are, but a painful read, too, as this is how I feel all the time about what we are doing. They are cutting down trees across the road which have lots of ivy growing on them and wood pigeons nest there, as well as little birds. They are all in such a state and must be scared about where they will live now. I will miss the trees as I loved walking by them on the way down to the Co Op, but it's home and supermarket for them. As always you write with such warmth and empathy and tenderness for the Natural World
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This beautiful poem is our
This beautiful poem is our Pick of the Day. Do share on Facebook and Twitter.
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This is our Poem of the Week!
This is our Poem of the Week! Congratulations!
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Inspirational *
Sometimes Jen, when I have actually have time, I roam this domain and read both past and present.... I learn allot from that...
For example this poem here, and your others works, inspires me..... I can in live in that moment you wrote here....
Thank you*
Kris
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A very lovely poem with
A very lovely poem with layers of beatiful & peaceful thoughts. -Richard
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Such wonderful imagery in
Such wonderful imagery in this one, Jenny. You capture a real sense of foreboding. The feathered ghost is a marvellous concept. How strange that you first wrote it as Covid was creeping towards us. Because I'm behind with my ABC reading, I've read it today when it feels like there's another disaster peeping round the corner. But at least we can lose ourselves in wonderful poetry like this!
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Jennifer
Jennifer
your words are so deeply moving. They gently pull the reader to read between your lines, to somehow mingle with your spoken and unspoken meanings. Marcia
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