Sunday, December 8, 2013

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photo from The Guardian, Eyewitness, courtesy of Tess K. 

In what currency I’d cash
the taste of sphere…

Seagulls desperate shrieks
cries out being released
from the prison of
dreary yet sickening
cloak of Jeopardy,
risked to become
a cruel wild croak
in the pursuit
to skirt
the goodies…

Beloved,
in Venus lenses
I flow,
follow…












                     Brenda Warren


Read more at: Magpie Tales, Sunday Whirl

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29 comments:

  1. Very cool. Love that last stanza:
    "Beloved,
    in Venus lenses
    I flow,
    follow…"

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  2. I love sea gulls, they work hard for their life. But what a joy they are. You can communicate with them.

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  3. what an intriguing verse....i think i would rather like to flow like a seagull...to dance the wind...and all life is risk, getting close to grab a bit of sutenance....

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  4. They sure fly about, although their dropping can be kinda blah lol

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  5. flowing and following... staying a risk as well... no matter which way we choose... there always is danger potential..

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  6. I really like the assemblage of words at the end...marching to their own drummer!!

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  7. Inviting, engaging, provocative...

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  8. Any god..or goddess..who makes you flow is always worth following..for a little while at least..

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  9. Love the photo. It all brings back memories of sitting in my car and feeding breadcrumbs to the seagulls...and really like that ending "to flow and follow"

    Elizabeth

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  10. It is interesting to read the different poems based on the same wordle........I most like your closing lines.

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  11. Beautiful poem, as interesting as the photo, I think the information complements and adds tremendously!

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  12. living on the beach I hear the seagulls desperate shrieks all the time.

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  13. We are no more danger to seagulls than they are to one another. Trust is not one of their attributes, survival is everything, we are an opportunity. For all their bickering ways they are still beautiful, as is your poem.

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  14. Perhaps when the fiat currency sytem collapses we can all trade in hot chips ??

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    1. I'd prefer something healthy instead... :)

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  15. Wonderful.. I love gulls and what they can symbolize

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  16. I really enjoyed your Mag offering just like these seagulls are enjoying theirs.

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  17. Powerful imagery, I can see and hear the seagulls!

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  18. Wonderful whirl humbird! It was a round of movements in story-telling!

    Hank

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  19. Thank you, friends for generous comments! I enjoyed the prompts! Thanks Brenda and Tess!

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  20. This really kept my attention...and I can really SEE those seagulls you described.

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  21. Love this poem, it is beautiful.

    Pamela

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  22. Every once in a while I'm locked up in the prison of dreary...

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  23. I'm a big seagull fan, so I loved this!

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