Water Forms

It can be expertly done this
Placing for reasons.
It is a rook buccaneering
Over a black stream bed.

Magpie turned black
With no hint of white
Sang of the stabs
Seen in unhued water.

Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-11-25 at 19:08

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Sid Gardner
If you look closely at a Magpie its plumage is not black but various shades of darkest petrol blue and darkest green.We all think we see the reality in our own minds. Perhaps that reality belies fundamental elements that make the world special to each of us.Two people sitting on a beach watching the sun dip below the horizon turning the sea into a pool of liquid gold. One sees the closure of the day.The other witnesses the promise of a new dawn.. Happy new year Linda.

A black all over magpie, like a crow
against the blackness of a stream bed, like the crudest oil.
In its dark folds one sees what one does not see.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem is beautifully written, Linda. Alas, my barbarism prevents me from being able to understand it. After having read it a dozen times, I believe that I get the first stanza. The second continues to leave me baffled. Still, one doesn't have to fully understand something to appreciate its beauty, does one?

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This leaves me with much to imagine and picture.
Well done!

John Ashleigh
You have such a vivid imagination. This is powerfully penned. Congratulations on such an accomplished piece of literature. Thankyou for sharing. *applaud*