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Tayve Neese: Still, we wait for sounds of plumage
Still, we wait for sounds of plumage
in this world even angels shun.
Now egrets, spoonbills are earth’s
last guardians. Larks keep us
from malice of suns, ravens
spread their dark wings, blue with blessing.
We will not release our belief in feathers.
We will not deny benevolence of flight,
those who, like gods, from above
watch us with dire eyes.
From Blood to Fruit by Tayve Neese (David Robert Books, 2015). Copyright Tayve Neese.
Tayve Neese is the editor of Trio House Press and The Banyan Review.
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Pretty nice (as Larry David would say), but these phrases seem contrived. Sometimes being less self-consciously “poetic” is a good thing. Need I add IMO?
“from malice of suns,” “blue with blessing,” “dire eyes”
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I love this one. Thank you
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