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Tuesday, August 29, 2023

Shiftsongs

 
In The Sun
—Poetry by Joyce Odam and Robin Gale Odam,
Sacramento, CA
—Photos by Robin Gale Odam



HERALDINGS
—Joyce Odam

The rooster crows.
It is dark outside.
It is morning.

A second rooster crows.
Its voice a mechanical echo.
The first rooster listens.

It is morning.
It is dark outside.
The roosters take turns crowing.


(prev. pub. in
Brevities, January-February 2021)

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FIRST OF MORNING
 —Robin Gale Odam

Counter clockwise, day by day
the sun rises and sets—east to west.

Each morning we watch from our
window, for a glimpse of radiance—

we wake to see it, to feel it cross over
and settle into its descent—

then holding the moment close, once
again, we await the first of morning.

                          
(prev. pub. in Brevities, January 2016)

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WAKING UP TO

birds singing as if to the first song of
ever, quietly, attentively, almost apolo-
getic, as if to say, can I sing now, I am
joyous and want to be heard, I have
messages. I have new love of song,
I am forever—I am first song—first
song of ever,    listen,    listen

—Joyce Odam
                                     
 
(prev. pub. in Brevities, Jan.-Feb. 2021)
 
 
 
The First Song Of Ever
 

FROM THE SEA YEARS
—Joyce Odam

It was always the gulls
with their hollow screeching
and white wheeling flight
that I loved . . .

                       
(prev. pub. in Brevities, March/April 2021)
 
 
 
 Pondering
 

HALF-LIGHT
—Robin Gale Odam

Here at dusk the imitation of
shadow—angle of dark pulled
through a window, thin at the wall,
sheer on the breath—whisper of
remembering                                  

I avoid the mirror—I’m certain
there is new territory drawn

The hour will change at the
advent of edits—words on the    
page are not the same in daylight

                      
(prev. pub. in
Brevities, September-October 2020)
 
 
 
 And Now Is Ending


TIME IS NOT THE DREAM
—Joyce Odam

Summer has just begun
and now is ending
through
spinning
days
in a slow malaise.
                         

(prev. pub. in Brevities, March/April 2021)

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three phantom songbirds
minor triad, evening light
three silver shadows

—Robin Gale Odam
 
 
 
 Echo
 

SHIFTSONGS
—Robin Gale Odam

you cast the light of evening
under the night, into the shiftsongs
of birds—the pierce of shrill calls
through pale starlight and in the
dark of secrets

        
(prev. pub. in
Brevities, August 2020)

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SLEEP WITHIN SLEEP
—Joyce Odam

Do not pull night around you so tightly.
It is full of stones weighted as dreams.
It is full of drowning—winding into
one deep, continuous spiral
that becomes a sound.
Do not listen.
                                        

(prev. pub. in Brevities, August 2020) 
 
 
 
 Don’t Let Me Go
 

SUMMER DREAM
—Joyce Odam

Summer, dream to me,
don’t let me go, life is a
scene to me—

be a dream to me.
I need to know how far
a dream can go—I waited
long to be a place to go,

life is fast—now slow.
I need to be a dream for
you—where to go,
a time that swallows

all I go—
let us be,
let us know.
Oh fast—oh slow,
when it was true . . . 
 
 
 
 Days That Follow
 
              
Today’s LittleNip:

AS SUMMER SLIPS AWAY
—Joyce Odam

Summer was sweet when summer was
new—even the ending days that
fall into autumn, days that
follow into winter
where winter is its own.

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Many thanks to songbirds Joyce and Robin Gale Odam for their poetry today and for Robin’s photos! Today they are singing to us about summer’s end, our Seed of the Week, “As Summer Slips Away”.

Our new Seed of the Week is for Labor Day, but could be broader: “Workshop”. Send your poems, photos & artwork about this (or any other) subject to kathykieth@hotmail.com. No deadline on SOWs, though, and for a peek at our past ones, click on “Calliope’s Closet”, the link at the top of this column, for plenty of others to choose from. And see every Form Fiddlers’ Friday for poetry form challenges, including those of the Ekphrastic type.

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—Medusa
 
 
 
 
 —Public Domain Photo Courtesy
of Joe Nolan, Stockton, CA


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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