Magpie Tales: My Locked Heart

Charleston Farmhouse Door 

A heart above a metal lock

beats on, knowing full well

there is no key and the lock

is broken.

-Gerry@ Strummed Words

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A Conversation of Birds

Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? 1979 by Morris Graves

I have spoken to birds as a child, 

inviting them from their high perches

to land nearby where eyes

could see what my ears received, 

songs and messages that flew

through the air, its creators hidden in foliage

thick with green leaves of camouflage. 

And as an adult, I have heard them talk to me,

often in reprimand as in their dimension,

I rearranged their order and routine.

The poignancy of their sharp messages
of my flawed perceptions
was my genuine surprise.

- Gerry, Strummed Words

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