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At the Inauguration
by Kristina Woodhill
To be President, she mused,
might carry with it a need
for the longest oar
to paddle
the biggest canoe
through some
of the wildest rapids
buffeting
immovable boulders
though innumerable
tributaries
while balancing
on ones head
an aging dove,
a query in its coo,
steadfast claws
deeply set
02/15/2017 Posted on 02/15/2017
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/15/17 at 06:42 PM Ah, but wouldn't it be great if she made it all the way!! We might even have someone in office who didn't think of themselves before everyone else for once. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/17/17 at 11:28 AM to preside or not preside? That is the question? Wether ''tis nobler in the mind to be kind to oneself, or be cruel to everyone else, given one is talon possessing, whether to squeeze such upon some perch or loose them, thus liberating one to abide in nature more and less pinned to notions as would play kindness closer to the vest. I.e. If one is apt to be kind not cruel. Kristina, your lovely ode is quite provoking in me odes of my own. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/17/17 at 07:52 PM Worthy analogy, Kris, with a mindful, evocative impact. |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 02/18/17 at 05:52 PM Ah, so you have found your words regarding our predicament. Nicely penned. Peace --bf |
| Posted by Johanna May on 03/09/17 at 09:47 PM "an aging dove,
a query in its coo,
steadfast claws
deeply set"
that historic icon of peace, can mean a different animal to those who has to wear it everyday, than those who simply look at it. Elegantly conveyed message.
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| Posted by Laura Doom on 03/30/17 at 07:02 PM I am not a muse--fortunately I am readily amused :> |
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