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And now, for the twelfth edition of the Virtual Poetry Circle:
OK, Here's a poem up for reactions, interaction, and--dare I say it--analysis:
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock's books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don't like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Today's poem is a contemporary poem from Rosemary Winslow's Green Bodies (click on the link for my review) on page 71.
Without visible wings
at flower's nipple
and her heart beats mightily
as she draws the nectar up
the artery of her strange mouth
This is the way I watch her
every morning coming and going
from five to eight
it must be the same one
I've read they're so pugnacious
Her mate flies in a wide arc
up to a twig in the pine
and waits for her
his head a miniature sun
on the branch's horizon
still as night I sit near the laurel
along the porch I look and look
past the house wall past him
into the dark sensation of woods
I see nothing
as they stand in air--
They are so filled
when he comes down to her
their green bodies
two shimmering leaves
over the briars
every morning all
Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let's have a great discussion...pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.
I've you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles, check them out here. It's never too late to join the discussion.