Author: Kyle Green
Image: Waiting for the Signal (here)
set to move
for a winning streak
waiting to break loose
hungry beaks
get out of the groove
why so to speak
to be no more a recluse
from a duck retreat
so yearning for a boost
but still on their feet
so what is the juice?
realism an untiring feat
- keeping it real
weejars at MLMM's Photo Challenge#384
Very intertaining poem. My favourite is the last verse
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Hmm, it's an enjoyable read; however, I am uncertain about this one, Hank. I did un-link someone else's piece which, while mentioning realism, obviously made no attempt at writing realistically, indeed stated a rejection of that possibility. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, as I think you are attempting to describe what is so, even though imagining what is in the ducks' thoughts gores beyond that.
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DeleteThanks Rosemary, Ma'am. Hank was trying to indicate the ducks having to face reality not by sitting around but to go out to feed themselves. But reality is a difficult element to tame.
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Hank, did you ever play the schoolground winter game, Fox and Goose?. I think those ducks are playing that game. It is played in the snow, in the middle of a circle of paths, is Base, a safe place. The rest of the paths are fair game to be getting caught, tagged, by the Fox who is "it".
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OK, I am sitting at my desk imagining ducks playing hockey. Real as it can be.
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