Books by Phyllis Jean Green
Come fly with me!!
For a Perch, That Red Settee
A glance out a window reveals red and rust
tines. Blast. Forgot to put away the rake
again. Cloud eight or nine months along.
Rake’s reputation more-or-less shot. –Moi’s?
Puh-leez. Forget one more time, our gooses
(geeses?) will hit the microwave. Just finish
my coffee, then I will get right. . .Well,
what do you know? Milady has come to call.
Red sparks as she balances on a whisker-
thin tine. I can feel the down settle on her
va-va-voom breast. Electricity zzzt around
her twig legs, splayed toes, raised beak,
and sassy, upthrust tail. Satisfies herself
that the coast is clear, sets off on another sail.
Whisks through a sea of competing branches
and the tattered remains of hangers-on.
Don’t tell me she does not know
she tacks better than Ahab. Breeze helps
by staying behind. She knows, I know,
that the oatmeal clouds and blue rags
are November’s idea of a sky. Eyes
that bright cannot miss. Why she builds
the best nests and spots the best spots. Puts
only so much trust in Milord.. She cleans,
he cleans. Hatches, hatches, gathers, gathers,
get it? Both see the good in a mailbox
went south. Route tube or hanging basket
housed a geranium. Engineer? No prob.
Materials – twig, cardboard, root, moss,
bit of string/whatever --may stretch three times
her length. Just shrugs, picks ‘er up,
gits ‘er done. Girl knows when to sing,
when to blue the air! To be still
is agony, but that’s what it takes, she’s there.
See? See? She can teach a baby to fly. Knows
how to let go. Knows to let Mother dress
her in gray and dun so she’ll blend, yet stay
every ounce her. Get tired, always make a rest-
stop out of a sapling or some airhead’s rake.
Back again, Milady? Quick, everybody, come
meet a class act. The original, the no-nonsense,
the first lady tramp: Ms. Carolina Wren!
(c) Phyllis Jean Green, November, 2006
For Debbie and Caylie
Angels That Care
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Wrens are so cute, Pea; and your verses are a delight. Thank you for sharing your gift. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
Mother Poet is probably smiling Her beautiful pearls to You, Poet,
"For a Perch, That Red Settee" is a Paean to Nature!
Long healthy creative life through a blissful living.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|So enjoyed this delightful peak at nature Pea...
peace and love, Carole
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Great write with a nature lesson on Wren in such a lovely way.
|Reviewed by J M
|Oh this is a wonderful poem for Debbie and Caylie............I love your work Phyllis so realistic and humerous witty and spry always a moment of poetic brilliance.
Happy ThanksGiving to you and Yours...
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Girl knows when to sing,
when to blue the air!
She's a very sharp girl - and gorgeous, too!
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|The perfect offering....thank you!!
|Reviewed by CJ Heck
|I love this, Pea! What a joyful poem -- I love the birds, too. Have several birdfeeders in my backyard by the screened porch where I watch them year-round. I adore your writing, my friend.
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
I love the bedazzling and incredible imagery and effect, you always bring in your superlative writes..
And that is a wonderful picture of the " Jenny " Wren..
Keep trucking Pea
Love and Blessings