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.
of my flawed perceptions
was my genuine surprise.
- Gerry, Strummed Words
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14 comments:
love the last three lines- I too have heard their sharp messages!
Enjoy your day!
Keenly observant and insightful...
Beautiful, you bird whisperer, you...
I have a special relationship with birds, too.
a brilliant glimpse into a thoughtful watcher
This is wonderful =) I talked to birds as well as I child, I remember once when very small I stood very still (I thought I was) hoping that a bird would land on me and when a bunch of birds flew near I ran away. Now days I still talk to them because they are always tripping me I have never known birds that don't fly away when you are so close here I have to constantly watch the ground because they don't pay me any mind at all
As an adult I have heard them talk to me..I like this line
This is insightful, birds often are a symbol of wisdom..
This is such a great take on bird 'language' ... we hear things differently over the course of time, don't we?
Loved Tess's comment ... bird-whisperer, indeed!
I"ll have to step outside to see if they will speak to me as well!
Gerry, this is lovely.
Your poem sung to me in the language of birds. Thank you.
I too have had conversations with birds and also listened to their squabbles and chirps with each other. Love poem -and thanks for visiting my blog! Cheers!-
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