Daily poem: August stanza 23


Awe-struck, I stand

beneath the coping of the sky

and listen to the hunting owl

chasing a falling star.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

26 thoughts on “Daily poem: August stanza 23”

      1. I think it’s a different sort of feeling. I can be impressed that someone has done some amazing feat (and that could include something important like brain surgery or something), but it’s not the same as being awed by nature.

      2. I know what you mean. I’m just getting a bit tired of hearing sports people being interviewed after they’ve won something, as if there’s more to it than ‘I just ran fast.’

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