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Going online
to hear the hermit thrush sing –
why
it no longer comes to this hill
one sad reason or another
—CAROL PURINGTON
Surviving polio since she was 7 years old her poetry sings, and the small things are vital. I look forward to seeing your next collection out: "A Drift of Birdsong."
November 4th, 2016 at 2:20 pm
very moving carol
November 4th, 2016 at 2:56 pm
Carol,
Such a beautiful poem . . .
November 4th, 2016 at 7:34 pm
cygnus
still birthing young
upon our local pond
to carry this summer forward
swanlings
__ This Cinquain notes that -not- all things of life are souring; we look to the fore, as we protect the now. _m
November 5th, 2016 at 8:30 am
♡ gorgeous
November 5th, 2016 at 12:46 pm
Yes, sadly indicative of our times, beautifully written.
Googling my name still I can't find myself
November 7th, 2016 at 3:56 pm
A sad ku. Definitely a sense of nostalgia in this one.
marion
November 15th, 2016 at 10:38 am
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Going online
to hear the hermit thrush sing –
why
it no longer comes to this hill
one sad reason or another
—CAROL PURINGTON
Surviving polio since she was 7 years old her poetry sings, and the small things are vital. I look forward to seeing your next collection out: "A Drift of Birdsong."
warm regards,
Alan
November 28th, 2016 at 9:06 am
How very beautiful and poignant, Carol. I really do love your work.