Soundings

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

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.

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4 comments

Maxine says:

July 11, 2011 at 9:26 am

Love the repetition in this poem. I could see the black ‘opening and closing’ before my eyes.

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1. bonniemcclellan says:
  
  July 11, 2011 at 10:53 am
  
  Thanks Maxine, I appreciate you stopping by to read.
  
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Brad says:

July 19, 2011 at 7:11 am

You’ve captured the contrasting sounds of each image with stunning precision!

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1. bonniemcclellan says:
  
  July 22, 2011 at 7:43 am
  
  Thanks Brad.
  
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