nichepoetryandprose

poetry and prose about place

linden – linden wing #2

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2015 GARDEN 009_crop

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linden wing #2

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thin green pale

I hoist my, turn my

tapered, paper sail

to wind-tasks, two

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first I nudge my mast

of flowers, rudder

to the breeze, my pollen-folk

hitch a ride with the bees

each captured grain a triumph

each launch a score

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later, I loose my mooring

detach, hoist spinnaker and main

samara of linden

and passenger seeds

sail away

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Copyright 2015  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

July 17, 2015 at 7:00 am

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  1. I agree with Carol. The words do sail. Beautiful. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    Robin

    July 23, 2015 at 5:01 pm

  2. The sounds of the words in this poem sail themselves through the air as I read it aloud. Lovely.

    Liked by 1 person

    Carol Steel

    July 17, 2015 at 7:50 am


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