A Wee Thought After a Difficult Week – #Poetry (Sort of)

I found this gem of a poem today about a mysterious, elusive, stunning visitor who stayed longer than usual. Marcia Meara takes it as a sign of good things to come. So do I. What do you think?

 / MARCIA

Ode to a Painted Bunting

A sign.
My heart called out for a sign.
Something to hang onto.
Something to give me hope.
Something to remind me the world can be beautiful,
And people can be kind, generous, and loving.

Just a sign.
Please.
Nothing momentous.
A simple reminder that Life can be good.
That’s all I asked.
All I needed.

Purple Grackles by Amy Lowell

I’ve had the pleasure of reading two beautiful poems about some of my favorite birds today. Amy Lowell has captured the visit of a plague of grackles beautifully in this moving poem. Yes, a flock of grackles is called a plague, but I’d call them a wonder, instead. What do you think?

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purple grackle in grass

Purple Grackle

It occurs to me that no blog on books and writing should be without a bit of poetry now and then, so with that thought in mind, I offer you my favorite autumn themed poem of all time, Amy Lowell’s “Purple Grackles.”  The imagery is divine, and the message, bittersweet.  Hope you enjoy it!

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