Last year’s bright plumage
Song a distant memory
Scattered on the ground
Well over fifty
Day to day
Wrapped in androgyny
Land of facts and figures
Precision and accuracy
Immediate answers
Hard, cold, impersonal
Forgetting it was okay to blossom,
Have pretty plumage, have desires
Feeling guilty for playfulness
Left wanting, needing a break
Craving connections, the truth
Simple humanity
I do not want my youth back
I merely seek balance
A world of softness and light
I keep all feathers are find. I even have a beautiful pheasant feather. This is a gorgeous contrast between yellow flower and the blue Jay feather. I like your seeking softness and light.
Stunning picture. The colors are astounding. Love the focus and depth of field. No accident that the plumage is in the background and out of focus. The poem is painful, and meant as such. Perhaps more “rain”. But there is a beautiful blossoming flower in clear focus in the foreground, bathed in softness and light.
Thank you. That was a test shot with my Lytro. I found those objects in the beam of light just as you see them. I couldn’t believe my good fortune. When the prompt “plumage” came up, I knew I had to use it. Growing old is hard period but it is particularly cruel to women. We become invisible.
Dancing Echoes 
April 28, 2016 at 8:25 pm
I keep all feathers are find. I even have a beautiful pheasant feather. This is a gorgeous contrast between yellow flower and the blue Jay feather. I like your seeking softness and light.
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April 28, 2016 at 8:27 pm
Thank you Robin!
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April 29, 2016 at 10:10 am
Yes, balance is the key.
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April 29, 2016 at 10:23 am
Thank you rivrvlogr. I am trying my best.
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May 6, 2016 at 8:11 pm
Stunning picture. The colors are astounding. Love the focus and depth of field. No accident that the plumage is in the background and out of focus. The poem is painful, and meant as such. Perhaps more “rain”. But there is a beautiful blossoming flower in clear focus in the foreground, bathed in softness and light.
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May 6, 2016 at 8:23 pm
Thank you. That was a test shot with my Lytro. I found those objects in the beam of light just as you see them. I couldn’t believe my good fortune. When the prompt “plumage” came up, I knew I had to use it. Growing old is hard period but it is particularly cruel to women. We become invisible.
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