There is an oddness in the distance
faceless voices
disappearing
between the rush of cars
Years ago, it would have been a herd of cattle
running for the lunch bell
on the road
, past my house
I sit on the front porch
perched on a yellow plastic Adirondack chair
drinking wine from a tumbler
pretending it’s a brown bag
and fantasizing I don’t have to work
Those faraway voices
echo now
like dairy farmers’ spirits
loading Bessie’s milk onto Old Erie railroad cars
bound for the city
Retired sounds
I imagine floating up
to the sun that once fed the cows golden grass
The birds, the flitty ones
with bright yellow bellies like my chair
flutter by my porch
saying their good nights or goodbyes
depending on how cold
this early autumn eve turns
anntogether
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Very cool writing piece AnnMarie. I like it. That’s a beautiful bird you drew. AnnMarie= Number One!
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Thank you, Dan:)
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Your welcome AnnMarie! Keep up the good work! AnnMarie= Greatest Ever .
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Lovely poetic words. This poem conjures multiple meanings. One upon a time, life was … I wish I didn’t have to… Nature is a solace in the moment. Lovely bird!
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I was thinking about the cows that used to be up the road from my house…thank you, Olga.
am:)
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Nice!
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I guess I read too much into poetry pieces.
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Nope – not at all – I appreciated your insight here, Olga. Thank you, again.
am:)
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We’ve both got wine-drinking in our posts tonight — hmm. 😎 Your words are so lovely here, AM; they take me to a place and time, I’m there, transported to that porch and whisked back in time too. I love the wistfulness, that contemplative nature of changing Mother Nature (autumn … sorry, I worked myself into a corner here and can’t get out, lol). And may I say, I wish you didn’t have to work either. Finally, what a gorgeous little yellow bird, simply and delicately superb. Reading your post here tonight I feel as though I’m watching the season turn. Beautiful.
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Great wines think alike;)
Weather wise – my front porch is always much cooler than the back deck that sees constant sun.
Thank you for your amazingly lovely words as always:)
Happy Teetotaler Tuesday!
am:)
Here’s to Bobbie Sue and Rocky:)
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Yes, great RED wines think alike — white, what’s the purpose? 😉
Glad you could just sit and relax and enjoy your porch and your pooches — and your wine.
My “lovely words” are just me telling you the truth.
Hope Rocky’s having a good day today.
Why does it have to be Teetotaler Tuesday? What, I gotta wait until Wine/Whine Wednesday? I think I shall throw a Tantrum Tuesday. 🙂
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lol
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Beautiful poetry and gorgeous art, just as their maker! ❤
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Gushing am I, Sibella.
Thank you.
am:)
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You’re very welcome AnnMarie! ❤
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Quite the lovely whimsical pair.
I appreciate how you seem to take inspiration in some of the neatest and most diverse subjects. You inspire me!
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Ah, my monsterish friend – inspiration flows both ways:)
What a lovely thing to read first thing in the morn before I have to go face a classroom of kiddies 😉
Wondrous Wednesday to you.
am:)
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A lovely day right back atcha!!
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