I imagine you in the Costa Rican rain forest
peering down the magnificance of your beak,
the radiance of your plumage twinkling
tree-stars in the mist, your strident calls
reverbrating between the breasts of mountains,
rolling through lush valleys of verdant loam.
As a human you would be an artist preening
before a canvas, sweating blues & greens,
weeping purples and reds,rolling through
multi-hued sheets brushed with forested
liquid, face lifted above the treetops,
fingers brushing stars.
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Na/GloPoWriMo Early bird Prompt via NaPoWriMo.net
Image of Jadeite Bird Pendant via The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Charlotte Hamrick 
Love this–so cinematic!💜
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Thank you so much!
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Wonderful, Charlotte! I really like:
“As a human you would be an artist preening
before a canvas, sweating blues & greens,” 😀
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Thanks, Merril. I love Toucans so the subject was an easy pick.
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You’re welcome, Charlotte.
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You’ve caught the early bird, and it’s an artist. Lovely start.
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Thanks, Manja. I’m looking forward to your poems!
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This bird is definitely an artist. (K)
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I really liked this one, Charlotte. I love the balance between the two parts, and the change supposed in your mind. Quite vivid!
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