linden – linden wing #1
the mature linden is heart-shaped like its leaf … this time of year it is filled with flowers, each cluster held on a stem in a long, leaf-like bract
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linden wing #1
Tilia cordata
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green, veined tongue
apex and base
alien, unlike leaf, unlike tree
winged though planted
grounded yet ready to fly
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tiny tree on a bract landscape
wind walks through
shudders still shadow
percussion, tousles unlikely flower
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olive feather of linnet
tongue and an idea is spoken
cluster of notes
sprinkled on air
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bitterness flows from basswood
taste bud to taste bud
trail of robin song
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near the center of the photo, you can see the pale green bracts, each holding a stem of several small flowers
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Copyright 2015 Jane Tims
nichepoetryandprose 
Linden!
I hate ’em!
They cut short my music career.
It’s true.
It was my guitar teacher who said,
“I’m through
giving you lessons –
at least
til ya chord at a
faster pace.”
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neil
July 19, 2015 at 8:23 am
Very clever. Makes me think there is more hidden in those Latin names than we know. Jane
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jane tims
July 19, 2015 at 9:48 am
Wonderful poem. “cluster of notes sprinkled on air” is so lovely. The linden is beautiful.
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Robin
July 16, 2015 at 5:59 pm
Thanks, Robin!
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jane tims
July 18, 2015 at 3:44 pm
This is lovely. I like the lines: “olive feather of linnet tongue and an idea is spoken cluster of notes sprinkled on air” and then “trail of robin song.” The sonic words and images throughout the poem encourage me to hear all the sounds of the wind through the leaves and blossoms. Wonderfully written.
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Carol Steel
July 15, 2015 at 8:21 am
Hi Carol. Thanks. I wrote this and Friday’s poem at a recent workshop from Deb Carr. As usual, she brings out the best in me! Jane
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jane tims
July 15, 2015 at 3:16 pm
She does loves words and knows how to coax them from others. You are writing so well. I love your poetry.
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Carol Steel
July 17, 2015 at 7:51 am