fdelano Posted April 8, 2013 Share Posted April 8, 2013 A Pause in Time I stop to rest on the brick steps after several laps with the lawnmower to sip some cool wine over ice. I watch two robins skip-hop across the mowed section, knowing they are not searching for worms. Well, not the edible kind, since the female spreads her wings, waiting for the excited male. He mounts his love again and again, fluttering wings to keep their union balance. Then flies to a branch above as she squats there, left with progeny, expecting no help. Still, she will lay the eggs with tenderness and nurture them with warmth and cover. I am not privy to the birthing, but certain of its later wonder when both parents fly to feed the maws. I sip my wine and pity my spine, aging and squealing like a hungry, ugly robinette. The world turns and we all go about our daily chores, none aware of the others. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted April 8, 2013 Share Posted April 8, 2013 It's good to read of spring somewhere. How fickle the seasons and unsympathetic is time. Here we still have frost... in some areas snow..the wildlife is baffled and summer solstice is just a few short weeks away. "Tempus fugit" as our grandfather clock proclaims. Someone joked that summer will fall on a Wednesday this year. If it does.. a pause in time would be as welcome as your poem. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted April 8, 2013 Share Posted April 8, 2013 Nice spring ripe poem. Enjoyed the textureand the view of the season from an aging perspective.Nice! ;-) DC&J Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fdelano Posted April 9, 2013 Author Share Posted April 9, 2013 Thanks, y'all. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted April 9, 2013 Share Posted April 9, 2013 Oh, my! certain of its later wonder That is a beautiful line! And this is worthy of being called Prophetic (but not as in telling the future): none aware of the others And naughty, naughty, man, haha: not the edible kind Nice poem! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fdelano Posted April 9, 2013 Author Share Posted April 9, 2013 Thanks, Marti. I wondered whether that line would sneak through the censors. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted April 11, 2013 Share Posted April 11, 2013 Hi Frank, This was just lovely, a slice of life, everyday activity so comfortable and familiar and yet it takes us to an extraordinary peek into the natural world. Awesome. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gatekeeper Posted April 12, 2013 Share Posted April 12, 2013 Might I suggest dropping the last verse? The penultimate verse better ends it, me thinks. Nothing against the last verse except that I think it should be somewhere else, not here. The last is a bit of a poem of its own - a statement of the sorry and doomed human condition - we are all in our heads and notice nothing with our guts (poets excepted, perhaps). [Had to move 6-8 inches of fresh snow to feed the local robins today. So much for a spring garden.] Quote from the black desert Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fdelano Posted April 12, 2013 Author Share Posted April 12, 2013 Thanks for the suggestion, Gatekeeper. Since I don't write for publication or contests, I'll leave it as my warped thoughts at the time. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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