Sunday Poetry - Number Three

            Trying to write a poem every day this poetry month that I can. Yesterday for part of her celebration, Carol Varsalona shared a picture here that she had taken of two swans, with a lovely small poem. I was inspired by the picture and have permission to use it. I left Carol's poem intact, accompanying my poem as a kind of footnote. Thanks, Carol. 
            Carol has now unveiled another of her marvelous galleries where many poets contribute a poem, inspired by the season. This time, Winter Wonderings can be found here.

       And go here to Doraine Bennett's post at Dori Reads  for line number three of Irene Latham's Progressive Poem.

My Imaginary View

I see an argument

each day between

two swans swimming  out on the lake.

Swirling water circles the bodies

and (perhaps) the ideas in their heads.  

They cannot agree how to navigate their world.

Two choices are available.

He heads to the reeds for breakfast-

for wet-soaked plants

and tiny tadpoles hiding,

trying out their new legs.

The other seeks the water’s bright sparkle,

swims lazily and looks back,

showing off her sheen of white.

daintily dipping her beak for tiny bites,

a maiden in a Monet painting.

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