Feathered calligraphy,
flying cursive
across slate blue air.
Wing-tip to wing-tip.
Dip, dive,
dance of perfect timing.
EXPLOSION
upward.
Falter - Question mark?
Recovery - Exclamation point!
Such joy of poetic motion.
Soon they will calligraphy South.
Snow will erase
their gentle cursive,
replacing it with
its own signature upon
the slate blue air.
Linda McGeary
(c) 10.29.99
(This was a large flock of small birds flying in formation. It is really a Fall poem, but I'm posting it for Kelly, who loves birds.)
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Panga, The Duchess
About Me
- Linda McGeary
- I live with my husband, Duncan, and our calico cat, Panga, also called the "Duchess of Leaf House", (she has two sr. servants. ) I have been writing one thing or another since I was a kid. Poetry, short stories, long stories, novels, devotional material. I've had some poetry published in small magazines. Never been brave enough to send novels off. I never feel like they're ever finished. Duncan and I both have bookstores. His is Pegasus Books, and has new and used, mine is The Bookmark, and is all used books. As you can see we love books. What better way to make a living. People and books. And I get to take my cat to work with me. Duncan's blog is The Best Minimum Wage Job a Middle Aged Guy Ever Had
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