Droopy flower
long past best before date
lifts her weary head
toward soft light of
eastern sky
Faded pink petals rise
display hint of past glory
flower head seems too large
for fragile stem
struggling to uphold
emboldened blossom
Curly leaves
weak, flaccid
ripple gently
join the dawn salute
wave their approval
soft thump
fallen sparrow
across path
startle out of reverie
to-do lists, plans
forgotten
delicate feathers
shades of brown and grey
blood matted
no wound visible
beneath ruffled plumule tuft
thoughts of death
tiny limp body
slightest beat of heart
Hope
carry home
cleanse
quench thirst
wait for healing to begin
quiet chirping
rising to crescendo
robust chords
quavering trill
rehearsing?
perhaps restating – reliving
trauma
that brought it to this place
towel nest
water
bread crumbs
all in order
Day break
minute dependant gone
one diminutive feather
caught on cotton loop
remains
left to ponder
mystery of unexpected guest
little sparrow
across path
Who?
Confused
Been in the dark a long time
light is blinding
so much noise
static
so much stimulation
Easier in the dark!
That space has shrunk
too difficult to go back
have to stay out
Shivering
it’s cold
Scared
Light is intimidating
much unknown
Desire to return to the dark
false sense of security
Somebody help
Before she disappears…
The photo is from the Beautiful Garden website. It is where I imagine the birdsong I heard would originate 🙂
(This post is dedicated to my dear friend Betty)
Today when I was out for a run
I wished you were there
to inform and enlighten me
as to which of our feathered friends originated
the alluring melody I heard
I thought you would know it in an instant!
My knowledge of birds is so limited
I can recognize the haunting call of a loon
at dusk or dawn
I know the repetitive chick-a-dee-dee-dee
This afternoon I was an uninvited witness
to a bewitching love warble
no bird was seen
not even the fleetest glimpse of plumage
When the achingly enthralling song began
city din was drowned out
no strolling pedestrian chatter
no traffic hum or passing train roar
The musical tenor was so pure
I was transported through time
to an era of innocence, enveloped by love
My breath caught
my heart was pierced by the sheer elegance of the cadence
I strained to hear more
but was left disappointed
I would have to settle for the brief solo performance
No encore was forthcoming
(the photo is stock footage from the internet)
I have a blended family
we live in a blended world
all part of the same fabric
same cloth of life
any barriers or walls
denied access
segregation
delineation
separation
are artificial
truth bleeds through division
seeps into awareness
permeates everything
if eyes are open to perceive
We are One
a colorful tapestry
a world of ideas, knowledge, talent
commingled
Restless spirit
a feisty colt corralled
longing to leap the fence
gallop freely among swaying grass and meadow flowers
turbulent energy spilling into a reservoir too small
to contain mounting power
a storm brewing
lightening about to strike when least expected
vitality swelling
looking for meaning not mere existence
exuding spunk and sparkle
a glowing ember about to burst into flame
consuming all with its brilliant radiance
Restless spirit
waiting
biding time
anticipating
eruption of Vesuvius proportions
no planning
no warning
no apology
The clock is ticking
a metronome
a numbing, staccato beat
each tick reverberates on my weary mind
a magnetic pull obliterating all other thought
and sound
heavy eyelids scratch and droop
sodden, wet wool in a Scottish rainstorm
I crave sleep
the ticking beckons
now, now, sleep now
but sleep dances away
teasing mercilessly
a Sufi dervish spinning, whirling
dizzyingly taunting
giddiness overtakes me
as the clock becomes my world
shapes move in and out of my bleary eyed vision
I’m flying through space
floating, drifting,distorted
only to be pulled back
by the ticking
THE DAMN TICKING!
Today I decided to write a blues “song” (poem). I am not a song writer or a singer but this is something I have wanted to try for some time now.
You have to imagine the words with Da – da – da – DAH type of rhythm and a harmonica.
Despite this being a blues piece I hope you have as much fun with it as I did! 🙂
I got the blues
down in the dumps
melancholy blues
missing you
and don’t know what to do
I got the blues
Ever since
you closed the door
and decided to talk
to me no more
I’ve had to find
another way
to make it through
my lonely days
I got the blues
down in the dumps
melancholy blues
waiting for
a call from you
I got the blues
When you chose
to walk away
the sun did hide
and skies went grey
I looked high
and I looked low
to find out where
you did go
I feel so lonely – baby
I feel so lonely
I feel so lonely – baby
I could cry
This empty bed
with cold, cold sheets
reminds me of
where we did meet
bodies tangled
heated breath
but nothing now
since you have left
I got the blues
down in the dumps
melancholy blues
will I ever
get over you
I got the blues
Striding, pacing
Agitated stance
darting eyes
elusive vision
caged animal instinct
taut, alert, ready to pounce
unable to focus
nervous delay
anxiously awaiting the announcement
baby girl? or baby boy?
There is a golden glow
to the pale blue cloudless sky
green buds, barely visible,
peak from branches
checking for any traces of snow
in the air
cautiously optimistic
that spring has finally arrived
Nature concurs
she has not yet burst forth
with colorful flowers and full foliage
but daintily hints at spring
with delicate green blades
in a field of straw colored grass
soft, mauve crocuses scattered here and there
on barren hillsides
Robins have returned
sweet bird song greets the new day
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