wafting curtains pushed by the wind glow
in the rays of the late afternoon sun
the call of the cicadas echo, rising
and falling, a shrillness fading to
murmurs
a helicopter flies overhead, a shadow
on earth’s drowsy landscape
the in-between time rides a current
of nonchalance
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you make that in between time palpable…the constant murmur….the helicopter lazily over the head was a cool touch too…
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Lovely poem :)
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Yes I can feel this one. I can hear those cicadas.
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Your poem is rich with images…the cicadas, the helicopter…and then ends with the peacefulness of ‘a current of nonchalance.’ Nice!
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in-between time riding a current of nonchalance…oh i love that image.. does so much to give us a feel for the mood of the moment..
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I’m with Claudia, “in-between time rides a current” has the tug of a tide going for it. Plus I like the mix of the natural and the helicopter!
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I’ve just discovered your blog, so I’ve been reading some of your other poems too – and I just love the way they are all soaked in atmosphere. I’ve never been to New Orleans (it’s on my list of dream destinations, though), but you write it exactly the way I imagine it.
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What a cool compliment, Marina! Thank you so much. I hope you can visit one day.
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Thanks to everyone for reading and commenting. The helicopters whir just fit in perfectly in this moment. I’m glad you all liked that bit.
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