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


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29 comments:

  1. Gillena CoxDecember 8, 2013 at 9:36 AM

    have a nice Sunday

    much love...

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  2. CarmenisacatDecember 8, 2013 at 9:50 AM

    Neat stuff.

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  3. MarianneDecember 8, 2013 at 10:10 AM

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

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  4. annell4December 8, 2013 at 10:35 AM

    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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  5. Brian MillerDecember 8, 2013 at 10:39 AM

    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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  6. Pat HattDecember 8, 2013 at 11:03 AM

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

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  7. ClaudiaDecember 8, 2013 at 11:10 AM

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

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  8. AnonymousDecember 8, 2013 at 11:22 AM

    "a cruel wild croak..." smile...

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  9. LynDecember 8, 2013 at 12:13 PM

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

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  10. Kathe W.December 8, 2013 at 12:36 PM

    oh to be a seagull!

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  11. BerowneDecember 8, 2013 at 12:53 PM

    Inviting, engaging, provocative...

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  12. Jae RoseDecember 8, 2013 at 1:04 PM

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

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  13. AnonymousDecember 8, 2013 at 2:36 PM

    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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  14. Sherry Blue SkyDecember 8, 2013 at 3:14 PM

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

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  15. LeoviDecember 8, 2013 at 3:35 PM

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

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  16. aspiritofsimplicityDecember 8, 2013 at 7:01 PM

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

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  17. Old EggDecember 9, 2013 at 4:16 AM

    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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  18. AnonymousDecember 9, 2013 at 8:14 AM

    Nice flow, and lovely picture!

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  19. Silent Otto December 9, 2013 at 8:22 AM

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

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  20. brudbergDecember 9, 2013 at 2:38 PM

    Wonderful.. I love gulls and what they can symbolize

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  21. KatherineDecember 9, 2013 at 11:04 PM

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

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  22. GabriellaDecember 10, 2013 at 1:34 AM

    Powerful imagery, I can see and hear the seagulls!

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  23. kaykualaDecember 10, 2013 at 4:16 AM

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

    Hank

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  24. humbirdDecember 10, 2013 at 6:45 AM

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

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  25. MaryDecember 10, 2013 at 10:30 AM

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

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  26. flaubertDecember 10, 2013 at 6:49 PM

    Love this poem, it is beautiful.

    Pamela

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  27. Tess KincaidDecember 11, 2013 at 11:05 AM

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

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  28. AnonymousJuly 2, 2015 at 5:29 PM

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

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