A Blast From the Past

By luigi_pagano
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Before progressing to a word processor, I used to write my poems and pieces of prose by hand in a Lett notebook that was relegated to a shelf on a bookcase when I acquired a laptop.
It lay dormant for a long time until I picked it up to throw it away to make room for a new diary and a loose page fell out.
In a neat calligraphy I didn't know I was capable of, was the text of an old poem of mine Here it is for you to appreciate or not, as the case may be,
A Smiling Blue Face
I took up ornithology
because I had heard
the unusual name
of an exotic bird.
It is a new species
of the bird-of-paradise;
its name is Vogelkop,
to be more precise.
During their courtship
the male is active
performing a dance
that is very attractive.
Sporting a black body
and a smiling blue face
he woos the female
with charming grace.
His attention may be
of the first rate
but before settling
she will hesitate
by rejecting many
then choosing a mate,
while all the suitors
patiently wait.
Even when paired
they cannot yet rest,
having to work hard
in building their nest.
© Luigi Pagano 2025
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Glad you found it, Luigi! It
Glad you found it, Luigi! It's neatly written. I was looking it up and there seemed to be slight vatiation between two similar birds, but amazing anyway, and beautiful. Rhiannon
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Nooooooo!!!!
Oh Luigi, please don't throw your book away. I'm sure your neatly handwritten poems will one day be priceless to some member of your family. And laptops don't live forever.
Turlough
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Thankyou for your response to
Thankyou for your response to the I P Luigi. I had always imagined your elegant poems in Italic, so it's good to learn some really are. I agree with Turlough that your family will love to have hand written copies
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Luigi! Lovely!
Luigi! Lovely!
Luigi! Lovely! At a time I read up on doves you can hear them here all the time day and night, you get different species each with a distinct call like a turtledove, laughing dove and so on. They mate right through the year rain or shine, like your poem with all kinds amusing antics. Like you describe here, just unfortunate on the name. Could have been worse.
Doves are of very gentle and peaceful nature, graceful, no wonder they are always symbolic of love.
Tom
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