A Swan’s Explanation

Written for:  Sunday Muse #233

Photo by Monica Carvalho
Swan song, you say.  Not yet.
My feathers may be
a bit ruffled, but I am
still sporting my neck
muscles.  We all need
change from time to time,
so I do not find
it strange that trees
have rearranged themselves,
possibly to dip those thirsty
leaves at the top in this lake, 
and allow roots to unbury, and get 
closer to the sky.


About purplepeninportland

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.
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15 Responses to A Swan’s Explanation

  1. Sadje says:

    What an amazing image. Love your poem too.


  2. you go, Sara!



  3. Helen says:

    Oh yes we need to rearrange ourselves from time to time ~~~ swans too. Cheers.


  4. Susie Clevenger says:

    Yes, we do need those precious times of change.


  5. Sherry Marr says:

    I really like this interpretation of the image, especially the idea of thirsty trees dipping their heads in the water for a drink. Especially after the long drought we have just gone through.


  6. dorahak says:

    “I do not find
    it strange that trees
    have rearranged themselves” —
    Change can sometimes be disorienting too, as if the world’s upside down. I like persona’s taking it all in stride and not just adjusting but thriving!


  7. Carrie V. H. says:

    Some beautiful thoughts in this lovely poem Sara!


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