Pods
Look like
Green gators,
Snapping at air,
Hungry mouths open,
Toothy grin spilling silk:
Brownies harvest, spin and weave
Gossamer Fairy Court dresses.
Milkweed’s a Monarch butterfly house:
Holds eggs and feeds baby caterpillars.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This poem is an etheree, a form that starts with one syllable on the first line and increases to 10, one syllable per line.
34 thoughts on “Gossamer Milkweed Etheree”
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A great flowing etheree, the structure of the poem is wonderful. Very complementary to the photos too, lovely 🙂
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Thanks!! 🙂 I love how the seeds dance. I just watched Fantasia again, and Disney had dancing milkweed seeds, too. 🙂
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Thank-you for the lovely poem, and for the heads-up on the Monarch, and its need of the Milkweed. I shall be doing more research to discover how all this relates to the climate here on the Canadian West Coast, and will be acting accordingly, though in my case these days (I now live in an apartment) that means advising friends who have garden spaces larger than I.
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I try to leave some milkweed. I also think the pods are beautiful in their own right. 🙂
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A highly visual piece of poetry. Love it.
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Thanks so much!
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I love your photographs and your words. Hugs,Barbara
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Barbara, Thanks my friend! Hugs, Brenda
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Those milkweed pods always make me think of something, Brenda! The mouths spilling silk (with their toothy grins), that was precious and a great description of them!
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I miss the monarchs so I am trying to speak for the milkweed, like the Lorax spoke for the trees. 🙂
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beautiful shots and words, both –
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Thanks!!
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Lovely Brenda. 🙂
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Thanks!
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Beuatiful poem. I love it. Must have a try at this form which I had never heard of before.
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I hope you will try it, and I will not miss it. 🙂 I thought I had invented it awhile back, but I looked it up, and alas, someone had already thought of it and put name to it.
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That’s often the way it goes, soemone else gets there first!
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There’s nothing new under the sun. 🙂
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I like this, especially the snapping green gators.
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Oh, I am glad. Every time I see milkweed pods, I think of gators. 🙂
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I have never heard of an etheree. Fascinating, I had to go back and read it again to see how it progressed. I liked the poem and the picture is a good close up shot.
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Thanks. I like the syllable madness I go into, counting on my fingers. 🙂
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I love the dresses…
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Yeah! I’m glad you do. 🙂
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Isn’t the milkweed gossamer silk beautiful? Really does look like one could spin elegant robes from it.
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I’m glad you see that, too. 🙂 Isn’t the world a magical place? 🙂
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Your poetry is so much fun and so nicely complimented with your photographs. Thanks for sharing
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I look for the magic and the possibility. Thanks for your lovely comment. 🙂 Warmly, Brenda
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Nice post! I love the seed pods of this plant! Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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Thanks! It’s got such an intriguing shape. Blessings to you, too. Brenda
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That doesn’t grow around here… Interesting plant and nice words! As usual…
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Thank you! Luckily I am still seeing magic around me. It hope that never goes away. Hugs, Brenda
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Such beautiful and elegant!
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Thanks! Have a great week, my friend. Warmly, Brenda
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