The image Visual Verse selected for the March 2020 issue, Vol. 7, Chapter 5, was an unusual one. At first I didn’t know what to make of the photograph by Ryan McGuire, but I managed to write something in the given hour and word limit before going off-line to visit my daughter and grandson. Once again, I’m in great company. You can find my poem on page 45 or you can link directly to the poem, entitled ‘Duck‘.
Linking to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night.
I like how the panic switched in the last few lines from the duck to those of use in the deluge.
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Thanks Frank!
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What a wonderful poem with just the right amount of hope when you had saved the duck…
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But it was so ungrateful!
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You captured the tone of that image, completely off whack. Quack Quack 🙂
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You made the most out of that picture and poured life into it with your words, Kim! 💝 I especially like; “We made a yellow wig to cover up her scars. She learned not to panic on the back seat of our car.” Beautifully done 🙂
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Thank you, Sanaa! I hope you’re keepiig well. 🙂
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A gaggle of couplets that told a lovely and sad tale; lots of dystopian vibe to the beginning, but human kindness prevailed, and we all smiled as the Donald took flight.
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The ungrateful little duck!
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Kim, Bravo on your poem getting published. That duck hair looks so familiar… I’m glad the kind-hearted saved her, and true success is the day she flies, free.
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Thank you, Jade! I think we were all befuddled by the hair! It took a while to come to terms with it but, as usual, there was some interesting and stunning writing on VV.
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You are welcome. I could see where that picture could inspire a variety of responses. I loved yours.
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Congratulations with your publication Kim and I’m glad the sweet duck was saved. Sorry to hear you are self-isolating and I hope the symptoms will soon clear. Sending a virtual hug across the miles xxx
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Thank you so much, Xenia. Not only have I been suffering from another chest infection, but I also fall into the ‘at risk’ category with asthma and diabetes. At least I got to see Ellen and Lucas before it all kicked off. Hugs are winging their way to you, Eivor and Pearl. xxx
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Thank you Kim, wishing you well 💞💜💞 xxx
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I like your take on this. All I could see was Donald-Duck-Trump and I couldn’t bear to write a word about him/it. (K)
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I admit, the hair threw me at first!
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I like the hopeful note in the end. Congrats on the publication.
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Thank you, Grace!
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I felt so sorry for that duck, and so happy when it flew away. That is all the thanks one needs for a labor of love. Great poem!!
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Thank you, Mary!
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I loved tis delightful poem of kindness, hope and warmth for a poor duck. Beautiful Kim 🙂💕
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Thank you so much, Christine!
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My pleasure ☺️
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Congrats to you, Kim – a poem with everything, I thought.
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Thank you kindly, Anthony!
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Ooooh, I do adore a happy ending, Kim!
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What a great story and poem! Glad the duck was nursed back to health once again!
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Thanks Dwight!
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What a story-poem! There’s tragedy yet kindness shown, and yet the duck flew the coop when the going got tough again. Ducks will do that. I enjoyed your poem and am grateful the duck rump is out of the picture.
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Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Like others, just loved this poem – hopeful and compassionate – great things for these times. Congratulations on publication – well deserved.
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Thank you, Peter.
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Wig and all! Love the meter and rhyme and storytelling.
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Thank you, Colleen!
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