Pigeon wings flapping like a flat tire on I-385.
Soft black veins of Lemon butterflies searching for a kiss.
Shutters.
Shutters.
Shutters.
Slamming out summer.
~ by bonniemcclellan on July 4, 2011.
Posted in Art and Observation, Poetry and Translation
Tags: my work, poetry, Soundings
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Love the repetition in this poem. I could see the black ‘opening and closing’ before my eyes.
Thanks Maxine, I appreciate you stopping by to read.
You’ve captured the contrasting sounds of each image with stunning precision!
Thanks Brad.