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Birds are nesting in our rafters,
the young ones clamoring for food, the
parents never resting, programmed to comply
with that joyful need
to keep the next generation alive
launch the DNA in enough little bodies
to allow the code to survive.
Whether through words or children
or the trail of memories we leave behind,
we're as frantic as the parent birds
to carry on, hurtling toward
that bright window with its false promise
of endless vistas, endless time.
© by Barbara Quick.
Used with the author's permission.
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Barbara Quick is a novelist, journalist and poet. The author of seven books, her newly assembled poetry collection, Fanny Mendelssohn Catches a Glimpse of the Future, was a semi-finalist for last year's Washington Prize and her novel, Vivaldi's Virgins (HarperCollins, 2007), has been translated into 15 languages. Barbara lives on a small farm in Sonoma County, California with her husband, a vigneron and violist for the San Francisco Symphony. An avid dancer, runner and student of yoga, Barbara divides her time between writing and tending to her edible gardens. Learn more about her at www.barbaraquick.com.
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transitions:
So thoughtful, loved the last two lines ~ well done.
Posted 04/05/2017 02:33 PM
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Michael:
Dear Barbara, Love your unique and wise take on life! Thank you.--Michael
Posted 04/05/2017 01:53 PM
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Jancan:
Free verse done right! The comparison
of bird parents and human parents is thought-provoking--and spot-on!
Janice
Posted 04/05/2017 09:01 AM
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wordlover:
A good example of how a poem can draw meaning from nature to tell us more about ourselves
Posted 04/05/2017 08:39 AM
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Gilbert Allen:
I admire that wistful epiphany in the final stanza.
Posted 04/05/2017 07:36 AM
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