Slowing the body and quieting the mind are necessary prerequisites to writing poetry. Hopefully today’s sky, under piney shade, assisted my ponderings on life and intention.
INTENTION
blue sky hovers vast and empty
but for still branches needling up their green-
magpies quickly caw their way across-
searching vultures float high and small,
never a wing beat, circling their descent-
purple mint blossoms bring bees-
red dragonflies, clasped
head to tail and tail to thorax,
flit over swampy grass,
awkward, but able,
finding just the right patch
to perpetuate.
Rabbit Lane 
Lovely! I re-read it a few times to try and pinpoint what I technically like about it, but I just kept enjoying it again each time through… it was a delightful cycle! 🙂
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Thank you! You are so kind and thoughtful to read the poem several times and to give me your impression. I look forward to taking a peak at your blog! R
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I really like how the ending works with the title to encapsulate the idea of finding intentional space to create.
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