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Fishing for poetry
in Sunday’s Pond
I count the hours
on church bells
I’m learning some
new syllables
from the honey-bees—
been humming
along with them
since dawn,
when a trio
of red-tailed hawk
drew back the curtains
on sunrise
Just now, a pair
of Monarchs
surf the breeze
on freshly minted wings,
powdered by pollen
and church prayer—
© by Dennis Bernstein.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Dennis Bernstein is a long-time, front line reporter specializing in human rights. His articles have appeared widely in such publications as the Boston Globe, the New York Times, The Progressive, and the Nation, and he was chosen by Pulse Media as one of "20 Top Global Media Figures of 2009." Dennis’s artist books, co-authored with Warren Lehrer, are in the Special Books Collections of the Museum of Modern art in New York City and other major museums around the world. His first full collection of poetry, Special Ed, was just released by New York Quarterly Press; read reviews here. Dennis lives in San Francisco.
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Joe Sottile:
I love the line "on freshly minted wings."
Bravo!
Posted 04/20/2012 12:03 AM
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KevinArnold:
A muted, powerful poem.
Posted 04/15/2012 12:36 PM
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marenomitchell:
This poem pulses with motion. Thanks.
Posted 04/15/2012 11:12 AM
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dotief@comcast.net:
I wish I could be there! Very nice!
Posted 04/15/2012 08:25 AM
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69Dorcas:
Reflective. I caught the suggestion of the Trinity from the three red-tails. Nicely done.
Posted 04/15/2012 07:01 AM
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