Thursday, February 6, 2014



Quick to anger,
quick to laugh.
Quick to fly,
quick to crash.

The sky was grey,
the birds wore black,
snow spread a table
where all was lack.

You knew I'd gone
even though I was back
from kissing the void
I was unemployed,

homeless here
as a fallen feather,
summer and window
shut together.

~January 2014

55 floating bits of down for      the g-man

Images: Man With A Feather, by Lucian Freud, 1943
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  1. The rhythm is awesome and choppy...fits well and I love the idea that the loose lost feather is true. Nicely done, Hedge!

  2. I love the entire second stanza with the birds wearing black.

    I'll be curious to see if you can knock over the G Man with this "Feather".


  3. lyrics. you gonna rock that stairway? ~

  4. nice.
    really smooth rhythm through the whole piece and some cool leaps, the quick hits through the first four lines set this up nicely...they are the story themselves...the rest fill in details..summer and window shut together are the line that will stick with me...there is something haunting in it.

  5. Unemployed and homeless is striking entirely too close to home for me right now.

  6. Gosh Joy, you could knock me over with a feather after reading this one.
    (keep running Lotus Blossom)
    I loved the flow of this, but I didn't get it
    And I was making pretty good headway in the comprehending dept too...Grrrrrr
    Back to square one.
    Thank you for confusing me once again
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

    1. My work here is done.

      Thanks, G--I hope your kickass weekend improves things--just figure it has to be uphill from here, right? ;_)

  7. Favorite lines: "The sky was grey, The birds wore black."
    I like the imagery.

    Thanks for another Friday 55!
    Mine's here. :)

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  9. Yes, great rhythm to this one - and an important point.

  10. Fun, fun, feather- I even like the painting ! really nice about lack- such a word- Thanks.

  11. Last stanza especially lovely here--and the knowing I was gone even though back. A lot of bittersweet fun throughout. k.

  12. This is really as good as an abstract painting, Hedge. A window on another person's vision is always an invitation to a new way of thinking.

  13. I enjoy the direct paradox and the subtle ones in this snappy poem. the serene finality of that last stanza really harmonizes, esp. after your rollicking start. another wonderful piece of work.

  14. Whoa! This is spooky. I JUST POSTED a poem with a feather strange to come in here and find your feather......I love this poem - "snow spread a table where all was lack". Wowzers, kiddo. Brilliant writing.

  15. Great rhythm to this. I adore the first stanza.

  16. Really love the rhythm, cool write especially with the feather.

  17. Light as lace, pure as snow, glancing as flakes though intending toward whiteout ... The 55 conceit worked better for the first two stanzas than the second where the implications of the title began to spread their wings. The final four stand as their own poem. Big birds have such feathers.

  18. Adore the first stanza … shutting out summer? never loose hope - that feather will be swooshed up with the spring breeze. :)


"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats

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