Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Under The Tree

6 comments:

Devika said...

at best, our bodies could be worms for birds of 'morrows -- Good art Gillena,

wishes,
devika

Devika said...

you might have sensed, Gillena - 'worms' in poetry make me a little uneasy -- but then that's natural life, and poetry could arise from there :)

wishes,
devika

Devika said...

Ofcourse...it doesn't mean that a poet needs to write to please the readers- it could be to cause thought and to poke at the comfortable places readers position themselves -- and to that effect the haiga is effective; my uneasiness is not a matter, me being a writer too :)

wishes,
devika

Lorraine said...

lol did they sing for their supper I see so clearly when I'm here :)

yozh said...

Love this one, Gillena!

Gillena Cox said...

worms are queasy, i agree Dev; but the birds love them;

Lorraine i saw a mocking swoop down with a bird in its beak, then another swooped down squarking loudly with its beak wide open and wouldn't let up until the first one shared; it was the first time i saw something like that

Melissa glad you enjoyed this one


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