Thursday, January 16, 2025

A Poem. 1/16/25

Good Morning!

I was not intending to post today, but then I saw Bonny's Post and was reminded that it is the third Thursday of the month (already!!) and time for A Gathering of Poetry.  Today I am sharing one of my favorite Ted Kooser poems.  It can be found in his book "Valentines."


Screech Owl

All night each reedy whinny

from a bird no bigger than a heart

flies out of a tall black pine

and, in a breath, is taken away

by the stars.  Yet, with small hope

from the center of darkness

it calls out again and again.




7 comments:

  1. This is lovely, Vera. I think I could have identified the author as Ted Kooser as it's descriptive and he says so much in just two sentences. Thanks so much for sharing this beautiful poem!

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  2. We have owls in our woods. For 30 plus years I've heard them calling to each other but not once have I ever seen one. I was trying to identify them by their calls a few months ago and think we have some great horned owls out there. I'd love to see one.

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  3. What a beautiful poem ... and I love that it's a "valentine".

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  4. Dear Ted Kooser! This is lovely, Vera... and not one I have read before! Thank you so much for sharing!

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  5. One thing I so admire about poets is how they can capture so much with so few words, and this is no exception. Thank you for sharing it!

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  6. I live by a lot of woods and rarely hear owls...I love the sound of them!!

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  7. Kooser has such a beautiful way of looking at the world and then telling the story in a poem. Thanks Vera.

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