Thursday, December 3, 2015

Migration Rearguard


Flickr Creative Commons Photo by Leroy Andersen


Migration Rearguard

a squadron of geese
invaded the soccer field
yanked grass, dropped land mines

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015




14 comments:

  1. Ewwww! What a great metaphor!

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    1. I need to wrangle this collection and see if I can't make it a little more true to THE SANTA CLAUSES...

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    2. I don't think so! I love this one! Reminds me of walking Ramsey in Wash Park! I could never wear my good tennis shoes! And my 105 pound dog was terrified of the geese!

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  2. Mine for today:

    “Baking”

    Joyful designers
    Sprinkle red green snow
    A kitchen blizzard

    © Carol Wilcox, 2015

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  3. Left you a poem in your twitter stream ...
    :)
    Kevin

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  4. I agree with Carol about the metaphor! I can just imagine the recess chaos (and the interrupted football game as the kids realize what just happened.)

    Not sure I'll be able to get to poems that are Christmas-y; hope that's okay! This one comes from an image in my notebook that I collected earlier in the fall.

    a snail's night trail
    glistens on the gravel road --
    so far from home

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    1. Christmas-y is not a requirement. Neither is daily, if it causes stress. It's just good to be sharing writing again!

      Snail on gravel...what a journey!

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    2. I agree with Mary Lee. The whole goal was just to write every day. I probably won't stay with Christmas the whole time. You have me wondering-- do snails really leave a night trail? I don't think I have ever seen one in Colorado.

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    3. Great! I'm hoping to write more. Already it's working! Yes, those snails (and slugs) do seem to leave a slime trail. In the morning, when the sun is slanted low and just so, those trails pick up the sunlight and reflect it back. This fall I saw that a snail had taken off across the road in the dampness of the night. Not a trip for the faint of heart; an intrepid traveler, he, perhaps like those who set off across the desert carrying frankincense and myrrh, which means that this poem might be more Christmas-y than I thought. :)

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  5. Carol,
    Love the blizzard twist at the end of your haiku!

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  6. Put a santa hat on this goose and you'll be all set. I'm sure Bob Raczka would be proud. :p

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  7. We have an overabundance of geese in my town, especially in the winter, and land mines are the perfect metaphor! Yuck!

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  8. On the way to the buses, I overheard some 5th graders in another class talking about all the goose sh*t on the soccer field. First, I redirected their language to "poop," then I told them I'd written a poem about it. Looks of astonishment, and "REALLY???" Can't wait to share it with them tomorrow!

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    1. Love this! How you redirect and share all at one time!

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