Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Poetry Tuesday: "We Collect Gull Feathers" by Timothy Young




We Collect Gull Feathers

As the evening dies over Pepin,
we collect gull feathers, black and white ones,
and pretend they were dropped by the eagle
whose track and wing marked
the gray Mississippi sandbar.

Jesse remarked as we arrived,
"If I point at hawks they fly away,
but if I don't they stay in their trees."

The river moves heavily, south,
and the sun drops beyond the bluffs.
The air chills me.
I want to keep my fingers in my pocket,
because everything moves on here,
except that sweet pain of love that knows
he's growing up to leave me.


--Timothy Young

21 comments:

Lin said...

Sigh. I like that. Except for the part where "he's growing up to leave me". Mine are doing that and I don't like it one bit.

Madi and Mom said...

Morning BB
Have you had your oral surgery? If so, I hope it went well and you are on the way to feeling like BB very soon,
Hugs Madi and Mom

Seams Inspired said...

Oh, how I love this. What a beautiful read this morning. Thanks, Betty! Happy Tuesday! :o)

welcome to my world of poetry said...

Such a joy to read Betty, thanks for sharing.

Yvonne.

Leah J. Utas said...

Your poetry selections help me with sentence rhythm. Thanks.

floweringmama said...

Beautiful and haunting at the same time. I wrote one several years ago along the same lines.

Hope your surgery gave the results you wanted and have a great day!

Old Kitty said...

Awwww how sad!!! But lovely!!! Thanks BB!! Take care
x

Out on the prairie said...

Those days do go by fast.I still want my kids to be youngters.

Betty Manousos@ CUT AND DRY said...

What a beautiful poem! A bit sad but so beautiful!
I love the photo you paired with it!

Have a great Tuesday!

B xx

Baby Sister said...

I like that. Maybe I won't when I have kids, but for now I do.

Jenny said...

A glorious pictures perfectly hilighting perfect descriptive words. Really lovely.

Ann said...

the sweet pain of love that knows both of mine have already grown and gone. Of course they always call when they need something though.
Hope that surgery went well

Brian said...

Growing pains and feathers, beautiful.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Yeah, that last part was a bummer.

blueviolet said...

He'll never leave your heart.

Jules said...

I don't know, I liked it all. Nice selection. I forgot to mention Jell-o. Believe me when I say I know about gum's and pain. Healing thoughts :)
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

Daisy said...

Sweet but sad poem. Thanks for posting it, Betty. :)

Marlene said...

Hey lady....how are you feeling?!!!

Linda said...

Lovely. And poignant. Hope you're not suffering too much following your oral surgery.

Rawknrobyn.blogspot.com said...

That is sad and sweet.
Be well, Betty.
xoRobyn

Pat Tillett said...

Beautiful words to go along with your beautiful photo...