Lauds–NaPoWriMo, Day 2


Photo: Wikipedia Commons

Photo: Wikipedia Commons

In the morning the blue heron is busy.
To all appearances still, beside deep water
he contemplates.

Appearances deceive.

A rush, a feathery flurry, flash of silver
dripping rainbows,
then they’re gone.

And such is life—

a moment’s pause before climactic endings,
while from a distant branch a mockingbird
sings praise.

The first line of this poem is taken from the work of Mary Oliver–NaPoWriMo’s Day 2 Prompt. While my goal is to write a poem daily during April, I may lag behind and most likely will not post all of them.

The previous post is my poem for dVerse Meeting the Bar on Irony.

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11 thoughts on “Lauds–NaPoWriMo, Day 2

  1. lolamouse says:

    This was a vivid description of nature at its best!

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  2. Perfect! You captured the bird’s nature so well. For a moment so serene; then all chaos and flapping feathers!

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  3. Mary says:

    Beautiful…yes, and ‘then they are gone’! So like life…sigh. Blue herons are rare here, but there is ONE pair of herons (I thought for a while there was only one) I sometimes see on one of my walks. I am always awed by these birds….

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  4. David King says:

    Tranquility is what comes through this poem. A thing of beauty and a fine achievement.

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  5. claudia says:

    and such is life…true…enjoyed the inclusion of the mockingbird singing praise as well

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  6. janehewey says:

    this is serene and familiar for me. Herons always seem to be in deep meditation. I love your take on the mocking bird’s appreciation.

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  7. brian miller says:

    and such is life, that is true
    i miss seeing the heron…we got them a lot more when we lived in florida….hopefully my pause lasts just a bit…smiles.

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  8. Lila says:

    Beautiful contemplation here, I really enjoyed how you painted the birds,the feather, the flurry, the flash of silver. Subtle things can be grand, leaving ripples of color behind.

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  9. Mama Zen says:

    Beautifully done, Victoria!

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  10. Ravenblack says:

    A contemplative poem through observing the way the heron hunts, so still and focused he is, in a flash the prey could escape, in a flash he has to strike to catch his meal. Lovely to read this morning.

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