A Meadow Lark

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A Meadow Lark

Katie Frances Hartless

nature, summer

A Meadow Lark

Sternum in the sky,

tell me which parts I’m missing.

I spot a backbone,

not my own, and fluffy phalanges

spread freely.

Still pond reflection

green diving into green,

soothe me with some kindness,

birds skim lime grass

the tips tickle their tummies;

they chuckle as they glean.

Virginia summer’s friendly

her May buds swoon,

limp trumpets in the

blush of June.

Gardens, intricately tasseled rugs,

blissfully unraveling

from summer’s gentle tug.

I’m fortunate to spend the day outside with my muse in this still and silent garden. I’ve brought some reading materials, including, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women. These poems are inspiring quick bites to read, and I’m savoring each of them.

20 responses to “A Meadow Lark”

Tom

Sounds like a wonderful place to while away a summer’s day 🙂

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you, Tom. It was a lovely setting for the morning. My first time there, and I’d like to return. No wifi, but so very easy on the eyes that little pond.
  
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Jaya Avendel

Beautiful the summer feels and movement in this piece!

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you, Jaya. I needed the escape. It was just me and a flock of geese most of the morning, which was just lovely.
  
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John

You have very beautiful views there! ❤️

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you, John. A summer storm has kicked up now, but it was a beautiful morning outdoors.
  
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Poetry Goddess

This looks beautiful

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you. It was quite peaceful. What I needed and with very little noise but the geese and my keys clattering about.
  
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  1. Poetry Goddess
    
    Ohh silence is golden ♡
    
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abigfatcanofworms

Awesome!!!! Lovely poem So cool to see the book form. I’m waiting for mine. It’s probably on a boat somewhere.

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Indeed. 😂Getting a high seas adventure, is it? The cover is that deliciously soft material that makes you want to pick it up again and again (I have no idea what it actually is.)
  
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  1. abigfatcanofworms
    
    Ooh yay. I can’t wait. We are going away on Saturday so it will probably arrive in my absence.
    
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  2. K.Hartless
    
    Oh, well, I guess your neighbor gets the first crack at it.😂
    
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  3. abigfatcanofworms
    
    LOL. Yes. I was discussing the parcel’s arrival with our neighbour who will be feeding our chooks while we’re away. We wondered if a thief would be disappointed or pleased to steal a parcel and find it full of poems.
    
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  4. K.Hartless
    
    Ha. Yes, well, anyone unhappy about discovering a book of poems is poor in spirit, in my book. 😉
    
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Jeff Flesch

That’s so lovely. I adore this time of year, as the sun shines more, and the vibrancy and colors of nature sing to us. Lovely reflection, K. 💜

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johnlmalone

lovely photos and poem and congrats for the publication; I love ‘the tips tickle their tummies’, not just for the alliteration but for its gentle tactile feeling —

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johncoyote

A beautiful location my dear friend.

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you. I plan to return
  
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  1. johncoyote
    
    You should dear friend and you are welcome.
    
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