Open window

Distant fire tosses and turns me

in the early morning. Duck hunters.


Fitful dreams of Canvasback,

Goldeneye, Redhead and Teal.

All arrow-speed and grace.


Dropping like black rags from the sky.

Flat splash, flotsam and gone.






13 thoughts on “Open window

    • Thanks Linda. I carried the poem with me for a couple of days with just that line. Writing and rewriting. As is often, or usually the case, it was inspired by events (being repeatedly woken by the gunfire)… In my mind I saw the birds I enjoy so much “dropping like rags…”. The single line inspired the poem and remained unchanged from the moment it entered my mind… the rest, was not such an easy road.

  1. Powerful thoughts for the mind. 🙂
    ¸.•*¨*•.♪♫♫♪Have an inspired, grace filled week! .♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸ ♥
    ˜”*°•.˜”*°•.˜”*°•.★★.•°*”˜.•°*”˜.•°*”˜” 🙂

  2. I have recently tried to put myself in your shoes as a writer. To mull and grapple with words. To capture worlds, images, height and depth. All in such spartan language. It is an art I can only admire wholeheartedly. The chasm of loss in this piece tugged me. Sharon

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