This week, there just weren’t enough hours in the day. I think I wrote a Villanelle for English class in high school. I spent hours on it and had a good time but didn’t get a very good grade. I remember the disappointment, not because I was obsessed with grades (which I was), but because I actually liked the poem I had written. I guess you can’t win ‘em all.
Kudos to all of you who did either or both assignments. You are hardier and braver souls than I. You folks make up a great community which will keep me writing, reading and thinking about poems and the people who write them.
Yesterday morning I did an unusual thing. I sat in the bathtub and read a poem or two. That day’s reading was Louise Gluck. The first time I opened the book, I was unimpressed but liked it more the second reading. I don’t have the book in front of me so I can’t tell you the title at the moment. Something with meadow in it I think.
My poem for the day is a photograph. I am very proud of this photo. I think it is one of my best wildlife photos. I think the wee bird should be very proud of his fine appearance and judging from the photo, he is.
8 comments:
I agree. I love this shot too.
That's a lovely wee bird and he does look proud! What species is it?
sorry i should have been patient and read the previous post too! They're very different from our whitethroats!
It is a beautiful photo. I guess a white-crowned sparrow--??? We have a few that come to the feeder with our finches, yellow-rumped warblers, and western scrub-jays. AND yes, they do play well together.
I'll have to check out Louise Gluck...
I think your poem pic is lovely- nature is poetic!
Great photo. I wish I could be that good.
Sigh.
Your photo is lovely. Very much in the celebration of Spring. And it brings up the same emotions that a poem would.
Loved the photo.
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