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Feet clipped
to the cedar rail
dips her beak
in a blue bowl
Sun-fired
red-breasted flash
grips the rim
hops in the water
out
Fledglings flown
she splurges today
wing-water shaker
bath-splashing sprinkler
sprayer of silver spangles
From the shaded recess
of the gazebo I watch
her preen slick wet feathers
shine a silk sheen
and lift off
her moment already far gone
and I stuck with yearning
© by Mary Jo Balistreri.
Used with the author's permission.
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Mary Jo Balistreri was a concert pianist for most of her life, but in 2005 she began writing poetry after the death of her seven-year-old grandson. Poetry gradually helped her transform her grief into something resembling acceptance. Mary Jo’s award-winning work is widely published and she is the author of four collections: Still, gathering the harvest, Best Brothers, and Joy in the Morning. In 2014, Mary Jo began writing haiku and haibun and, since then, has turned almost entirely to Japanese forms. Mary Jo lives in Wisconsin; learn more about her at http://maryjobalistreripoet.com/.
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I can just see him there...Loved it, Jo, great finish too.
Posted 04/17/2018 02:48 PM
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Belinda:
Lovely poem, Jo. Gives a robin-lilt to my new afternoon. Thank you!
Posted 04/17/2018 02:26 PM
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Surprise Reading Teacher:
This put a smile on my face. Thank you!
Posted 04/17/2018 11:37 AM
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Jo:
Thank you everyone. Appreciate you taking the time to write.
Posted 04/17/2018 10:48 AM
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michael escoubas:
So easy to picture this wonderful bird!
Thank you, Jo.
Posted 04/17/2018 09:31 AM
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mjorlock:
Impressive poem, Jo. The economy of words so precisely mimics the movements of the bird throughout the poem, I felt I was watching this bird take that bath with you..
Posted 04/17/2018 08:48 AM
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gailcomorat:
Love seeing this poem today. Beautiful lines, especially that closing, Jo!
Posted 04/17/2018 08:19 AM
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