Exile
Having abandoned one, I claim the other.
Rain speckles the driveway.
Solitude pays its toll with unmet expectations,
thunder receding, clouds shriveling to dust.
The mockingbird chirrs its cricket tune
before flying to a higher perch.
What you call home I call diminishment.
What you surrender, I bundle and mail to strangers.
Hot damn!
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That 4th stanza’s golden, Bob! And this post reminds me I have to send you (via e-mail) something! Let me find where I stored that info. And then I’ll go steal the word chirr and also higher perch for my writing. 🙂
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Thanks, Leigh. We all need those higher perches at one time or another.
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Beautifully done!
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Thank you, Deborah.
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You’re very welcome, Robert.
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I especially love those last lines!
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So pleased you like them, Betty. Thank you.
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Well done – love when the poet speaks their own work.
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Thanks, Andrew.
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The last line has so much power. I loved this poem. Mel.
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Thank you, Mel. Much appreciated.
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haunting
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Thank you, Maureen!
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Reblogged this on Still Another Writer's Blog.
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Thanks for reblogging.
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Reblogged this on Orthometry.
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Thanks again for reblogging.
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Nice poem and reading, Robert. 🙂
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Thank you, Iris!
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Precise images–
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Thank you.
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Just before listening to this, I received an Audubon newsletter regarding birds that mimic – Mockingbird, Catbird, Blu Jay (now I know that a Blue Jay can mimic raptors and some songbirds). I’m pretty sure none of those would recite your poetry as well as you.
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Those mockingbirds are pretty powerful!
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My first time hearing you recite one of your poems. Enjoyed it thoroughly!
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Thank you, Annika. I’m so pleased you liked it.
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This is so beautiful and thanks for stopping by my page. God bless Anita
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I’m so pleased you think so, Anita. Thank you.
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Love this line: “Solitude pays its toll with unmet expectations”
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Thanks very much.
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A scene for the senses. And thunder in the final two lines.
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Thanks, Dan. Those were some unpleasant days.
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