This poem snaps open like a bamboo fan, like woodpeckers exploit the best of both worlds - foraging in Mother Earth, but living in the trees - Leysa - the woodpecker's beak is poorly suited for hammering marital hardwood - they choose rotted trees to chisel their homes - yet these uncanny birds' narrow beaks, with uncanny precision - nab ants! Thus a tail-flaring ritual mating dance - they may dance for days until mates sort themselves and settle territorial bondaries - when two finally either rediscover each other, and pair off, a tree branch makes a fine mating post - marital eviction can be swift for the unwitted - He Is Lost to Me - from an ecological point of view - and a marital point of view (heart) - passion is a keystone species - much coveted nest activity...optimistic rebirth...be well, Leysa...Blessed Be,
I admire the determination and the hope that you express via your verses here, Leysa. These sentiments are not unfamiliar to me. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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Love begets Love!
You will, I know you will soon.
Amen
John Michael
Maybe lost but somehow always there. Bless You My Friend.
Warmly,
Sage
Love Tinka
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