Beryl Markham by unknown
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The Watcher
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bright morning
sun magnified by ice and snow
stood at the sink
about to fill the coffee pot
look through the window
there through an even brighter space
where the curtains do not meet
in the distance something
a movement
almost tallest pine
deep against a pure dimensional sky
“What a beautiful bird”
after a brief pause said again out loud
“Because I know it is a bird and to me all birds are beautiful”
as if that part of himself was ever satisfied with any answer,
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From the amazing Canadian maritime winter days – when even coffee making was an adventure. written around 2003-04 from the self published Not Quite Thomas – new poems by p d lyons, lulu.com 2008. the photos are of Beryl Markham, the photographer is unknown by me. She is one of my heroes. If interested you can goggle her and find out why she is and why she is part of this blog post.
beryl markham, by unknown
By pdlyons
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Posted in poetry project, Uncategorized, WOMEN WE SHOULD KNOW
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Also tagged africa, art, beryl markham, books, canada, cape breton, coffee, photography, poetry, snow, travel, winter, writing
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all American
blonde
brown
long
tribal denim
horizontal
perfections
my eyes caught.
a voice more melodic than my own
breasts smaller than I have known
smiles through
even me the stranger
gone
Beryl Markham by unknown
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The Watcher
~
bright morning
sun magnified by ice and snow
stood at the sink
about to fill the coffee pot
look through the window
there through an even brighter space
where the curtains do not meet
in the distance something
a movement
almost tallest pine
deep against a pure dimensional sky
“What a beautiful bird”
after a brief pause said again out loud
“Because I know it is a bird and to me all birds are beautiful”
as if that part of himself was ever satisfied with any answer,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the amazing Canadian maritime winter days – when even coffee making was an adventure. written around 2003-04 from the self published Not Quite Thomas – new poems by p d lyons, lulu.com 2008. the photos are of Beryl Markham, the photographer is unknown by me. She is one of my heroes. If interested you can goggle her and find out why she is and why she is part of this blog post.
beryl markham, by unknown
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