That old cabin
of his childhood–
now an ashy frame
of forgotten time.
Without windows, he
could see clear through
to the back. Trees
were twisted as if
they had given up. A
pale sun peeked through
the bowed branches. Then,
he did a double-take.
Surely his eyes deceived
him. In the middle
of a branch, he spied
a big-eyed, brown
and white owl. Life.
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Some nice alliteration, Sara. It was very enjoyable reading. I’m glad that you subtly threw in the word “double” and didn’t exaggerate any. Like me, I took a double dipped take (a look).
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I like your owl, Sara. (Really, I like your whole piece.) Nature moves in when humans desert. Racoons took over Mom and Dads old farmhouse when they retired and moved to town.
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“Trees / were twisted as if / they had given up.” – Nice!
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Thanks, q!
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Abandoned places do seem to be forgotten time. This is lovely Sara!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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Wonderful.
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Thanks, Sherry!
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Some nice alliteration, Sara. It was very enjoyable reading. I’m glad that you subtly threw in the word “double” and didn’t exaggerate any. Like me, I took a double dipped take (a look).
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Thanks, Jim!
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I like your owl, Sara. (Really, I like your whole piece.) Nature moves in when humans desert. Racoons took over Mom and Dads old farmhouse when they retired and moved to town.
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I hope they are happy. Thanks, Jim.
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Life. The unexpected often best.
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Yes, it would be satisfying to see something out of place, yet beautiful.
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