Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

Golden sunrise,
Words a cliché,
But the reality
A truism which
Smashes gently
Through barriers
We erect, jaded
With the excesses
Of modern life,
Yet, sight of
A mama duck
With her ducklings,
Spring flowers,
Peeping shyly
At the emerging
Season of Spring,
Hard to ignore,
So far beyond
Mere clichés.

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arousing aura
of sensual innocence
belies her passion

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waves rolling to shore
sounds in darkness recognized
seen in the mind's eye

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without many words
i reach touching lovingly
chords which make you sing

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surface deceptive
things turbulent down below
each our own ocean

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ducks skim the water
recalling slow motion films
seen now in real time

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sunrises the same
each one beautiful and new
just as with people

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red sky in morning
grab my trusty camera
sailors take warning

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tracks beside the road
from somewhere to somewhere else
a boy's fantasies

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moonlight on the bay
soft ripples whisper of wind
i sat and wondered

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Photograph by Donovan Baldwin

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