Mr. Duck Leaves Dinner

Mr. Duck Leaves Dinner

A Poem by Rosalind Gale


Sublime and experienced

In the ordinary random things

That never keep at bay the joy

Of smooth floors and straight frame,

The old man outside the hospital gates

Naked blue, runs roughshod

Outside his separation of granite

And unbreakable statues,

Head in the clouds, vibrant as a tiger

Stalking through the juniper

Which are seizing up their evergreens

To spit him out

Away from the marble blindness.


Blind straight

He cannot see decades, and decades ahead

The gentle hands floating to the sky

Too slow, directionless;

Later suffocated, his hair free in oceans,

Dour green

Of sand stuck to sand,

He runs without breathing,

Embracing warmth and kisses,

Continuing, remaining constant,

He parades his newly grown wings

Gliding away from the storm

Of the doctor’s dispensary.



© 2017 Rosalind Gale



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One of the finest poems that i have read on here in recent times! The visuals are striking and vivid. Overall, the poem stitches together quite well, with each line break positioned perfectly.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Rosalind Gale

1 Week Ago

Thank you so much -
-x-
My favorite poems are always non linear, inviting the reader to feel, to sense rather than make sense.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Rosalind Gale

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you, Mark -
-x-
if we agree that poetry began as a casting of a spell or in the Pentecostal church, speaking in tongues, then why would we ever question whether this origin was a sacred one? We are all ducks in the inoculum of this analog. All of us are infused with the nonobservance of our own ignorance. We need, when we need to just stay. We stay when all we need is company. We glide away from the unnamed judgments, to strut our plumes with guile and sophistication just to voice out bravery...Your amazing.....dana

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Rosalind Gale

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you, my dear. You know that I understand the horrible pain you have gone through. I wanted to .. read more
it seems almost impossible, that its been a year...and your talent has not skipped a beat in all these months, this one feels sad, the health when gone or going effects so much of one's life, that's when we need the ones who love us the most and that's when we should let them care for us, even if not so much for ourselves but for them as well, to get to spend as much time as possible, slowly sinking into a green abyss alone is no way to go. Imho, but id probably do the same thing.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Rosalind Gale

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you! I write now only for myself, family and my small handful of friends on here :) I am hopin.. read more
Corset

1 Week Ago

That would make little Scarlett about 5 now>? how is she, is she in kindergarten or will you home sc.. read more
You lady, have a gift. Sublime, as ever.

MH.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Rosalind Gale

3 Weeks Ago

Thanks so much -
-x-
Luridly woven rustlings

Great Read

Matthew

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


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Rosalind Gale

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much -
Rosa
-x-
Matthew Kult

3 Weeks Ago

You are welcome

Matthew

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