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Still Life



 

Love comes in many forms.

My little poem this month celebrates a couple of them.

I celebrate the manifest love a girl feels for a tiny bird upon her hand.

In this moment, she is captivated.  It is as if, for a timeless instance, during which they each illuminate the other. nothing else exists,

But another form of love’s in play - a father's love for his daughter. She's grown up now, but here she still is – an innocent girl, my daughter, entranced by a bird.

I too am captivated.

Perhaps that's what love's all about?

 

Still Life

 

A moment it was

and a moment still is

when colours come live

soft life radiates

and lightness descends

to surprise and delight

one who is loving

observant and awestruck

whose open hands gentle

a wonder of nature

sensing perfection

 

warm in the sunshine

a golden girl glows

blessed by a fledgling

just for a moment

a moment of stillness

before each flies away

 

Comments

  1. Anonymous1 May 2025 at 09:09

    Time passes but love remains

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  2. Anonymous1 May 2025 at 14:04

    Splendid - thank you

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  3. Anonymous1 May 2025 at 17:16

    Oh - what a very special moment captured and enhanced in a very special way. Bravo.

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  4. Anonymous15 May 2025 at 15:39

    Lovely Richard. Thank you!

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  5. Anonymous1 June 2025 at 10:50

    beautiful

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  6. Harbans1 September 2025 at 14:45

    Very fine moment. Bird, daughter , father…what is uniting them? A lovely, mysterious force.

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  7. cloggie1 October 2025 at 10:14

    lovely - no other word for it.

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