on seeing the dead bird beside the sidewalk
dead bird rigid
in death
wings folded
flight contained
earthbound body still
too beautiful in buffs and ochres,
blue-umbers, a little scarlet lake
or is it red madder genuine?
what is genuine
bird in flight
or bird lifeless beside
the carefully swept sidewalk?
what is madder
rhododendron
bursting into magenta
or the closed door of the condo?
bird come out too soon
lured by Indian summer faux spring
new song silenced in the throat
quiet now and unsung?
yet I pause
caught
by beauty or truth or just
lifelessness captured
in a frigid moment
closed eyes closed beak
closed wings of the still
sleeping bird
Cordelia Hanemann is currently a practicing writer and artist in Raleigh, NC. A retired professor of English at Campbell University, she has published in numerous journals including Atlanta Review, Connecticut River Review, Southwestern Review, and Laurel Review; anthologies, The Poet Magazine's new anthology, Friends and Friendship, Heron Clan and Kakalak and in her own chapbook, Through a Glass Darkly. Her poem, "photo-op" was a finalist in the Poems of Resistance competition at Sable Press and her poem "Cezanne's Apples" was nominated for a Pushcart. Recently the featured poet for Negative Capability Press and The Alexandria Quarterly, she is now working on a first novel, about her roots in Cajun Louisiana.
There are quite a few excellent lines in this beautiful piece.
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