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What to My Wondering Eyes

breathless

as though shot
from cylinders 
angled just so 
on a barge 
anchored offshore
this fourth of july, 
a midday pyrotechnics 
of goldfinches 
explodes upward 
from the yard, 
flaring out of invisibility
in flashes of dazzle 
before vanishing above
among sugar maples, 
trailing neon afterimages

dotty seiter

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Midday Pyrotechnics
5.5 x 6.5″; watercolor and ink on unstretched canvas
abstract avianscape
2026

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Notes about poem and art:
• Such a spectacular gift, that burst of goldfinches! Such a wonderful aftergift, to search for the language, velocity, tone, lineation, and pacing to create “breathless.”
• Creating Midday Pyrotechnics was yet another wonderful aftergift, in which I combined wrinkle art, neurographic linework, and watercolor on unstretched canvas in service of abstracting a concrete physical event. For me, that type of abstracting has historically resulted in ungratifying outcomes; not so, this time. So much fun, so engaging, so gratifying!



10 responses to “What to My Wondering Eyes”

  1. I so relate to that “burst”! I once experienced something very similar on the shores of the Red Sea. It appears and disappears in an instant. A feeling of wonder and loss at the same time!

    You have captured the essence in your painting, which will always remain a visual reminder as do your words!

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    1. Oh my gosh, Carol, love that you experienced a very similar ‘explosion’ of birds on the shores of the Red Sea! Yes, appears and disappears in an instant! Yes, a feeling of simultaneous wonder and loss!

      Thanks for affirming that I’ve captured the essence in my painting. I so enjoyed working on that painting.

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    Joyful Puttering

    I can picture the fireworks of goldfinches in my mind….what a treat! And I just adore your wrinkle art panting. I especially love the tiny touches of orange, the white lines on the black spaces, all the shades of yellow and neutrals with the perfect ratio of lights to darks. Oh….I guess that means I love everything about it!

    So fun, so engaging, so gratifying!

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  3. Those goldfinches surpassed the firecrackers, skyrockets, Roman candles, sparklers, and pinwheels at West Beach this year, gotta say!

    I look forward to thinking in wrinkles again soon. I do like playing with that set of constraints and opportunities. Thanks for especially noticing the tiny touches of orange goldfinch beaks, MaryAnn, and thanks for the visual language feedback you offered on this piece.

    It’s fun knowing you are off in Wisconsin right now—so fun, so engaging, so gratifying for you!

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  4. a midday pyrotechnics 
    of goldfinches 

    Oh, oh, OH! I love this SO!

    Your words, that delicious lemony abstract! Another perfect pairing! And now I want to see a burst of goldfinches! xoxo

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    1. Lola, thanks for highlighting those lines you liked! I liked them, too. As you might imagine, it took me a bit to get to them—great fun. And then I went on to the fun of the “deliciously lemony” abstract. Those goldfinches are so BRIGHT and lemony, aren’t they?

      Keep your eyes open—such a dazzle, that burst of birds!

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  5. We, too, love the pyrotechnics of goldfinches and watch them from early morning until they decide it’s their bedtime. And such personalities they have! They are usually not bothered by our observation, but get their feathers in such a dither if another visitor stops by the feeder at the same time! Love it.

    Your watercolor and ink piece is a perfect representation of their feathery little bodies. Love that, too.

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    1. Roseanne, greetings! So happy to see you here—was just thinking about you.

      Huh, I had no idea that what I witnessed was typical behavior for a charm of goldfinches when, say, they might be feeding in a field, get startled by something, and burst upward in a dense, swirling mass of crisscrossing and intertwining. Lucky you, watching them throughout the day! LOL at their getting in a dither when another visitor stops by your feeder at the same time!

      Thanks for your affirming that my watercolor and ink piece is a “perfect representation of their feathery little bodies.” I had such a good time painting my impressions of them.

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      1. You might know this already: they eat nyjer seed , aka, thistle. Looks like fennel seed. The feeder is a tight mesh deal. What’s really funny is the squirrels try to get at the seed! Rascally critters!

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        1. Thanks. I think we have thistle set up. We might want to up our game : ) The fireworks show I witnessed was across the street where largish lawn with highish grass had all my friends eating out of sight and then burst-dazzling up into cover of tree canopy : )

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