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In front of the setting sun’s soft orange glow
Starlings gather in a murmuration flow
Performing their unique rhythmic dance
As they weave tales in twilight’s glance
Against the canvas of the fading light
They paint patterns, a mesmerizing sight
Each shapeshifting moment, a treasure to behold
Their collective path rises, falls, and swirls unfold
They bid farewell to the fading day
In a most hypnotic and graceful way
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Paul Berry @ Unsplash.
I don’t get to see poetry from you very often. I like it!
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I don’t write poetry very often. But the murmuration of starlings is, itself, poetry in motion.
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This is wonderful poetry Fandango. Loved it. Thanks for joining in.
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Thanks, Sadje. I appreciate that. It takes me 2-3 times longer to write poetry than prose.
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You’re most welcome. This is indeed a lovely poem
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This is lovely, Fandango!
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Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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The murmurings are truly a sight to see. You’ve caught the feeling quite well!
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Thanks!
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A very good poem Fandango! You captured the picture well!
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Thanks, Leigh.
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You are welcome.
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I love your take, Fandango
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Thanks.
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