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0 posted 2006-01-30 08:52 PM


(Here's a imagery-intense break from my romance-erotica poem marathon, which will surely continue for many months ahead, LOL! )

The Ornithologist
By: Noah Eaton
1/30/06

Homecoming immigrates with the wind,
solitude and thunder abruptly rescind,
how is it that you can build,
yet leave all as it was without skill,
teach me to use all talents I possess,
each moment unsung is a damsel in distress,
how is it you can soar over every ridge,
while holding all your mystical baggage...

All around, I hear nimble minstrels,
translation is beyond our control,
the genesis of all emotion,
libidinal winged lyrics set in motion,
wearing a green bough on my sleeve,
emancipating myself on the qui vive,
summoning my sabbatical leave,
from nests of last season where we’ve misconceived...

Surrounded by thousands of God’s truths,
watching all flighted youth profuse...

The ornithologist sings after every storm,
living with voices that we never hear,
birds only land in the hand that doesn’t grasp,
to understand you must volunteer,
to understand you must volunteer...

Brought together by the Great Mystery,
never to be documented through natural history,
the cellos that challenge symmetry,
with unrehearsed, playful carpentry,
from the low branch that God provides,
for the fledgling still learning to fly,
everything has long been in place,
whenever you believe there’s always breathing space...

Surrounded by thousands of God’s truths,
watching all flighted youth profuse...

The ornithologist sings after every storm,
living with voices that we never hear,
birds only land in the hand that doesn’t grasp,
to understand you must volunteer,
to understand you must volunteer...

Constantly wrestling just to touch base,
grace is something you cannot chase,
it comes like a kiss with a Queen Anne’s lace...

The ornithologist sings after every storm,
living with voices that we never hear,
birds only land in the hand that doesn’t grasp,
to understand you must volunteer,
to understand you must volunteer...



"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other"

Mother Teresa

© Copyright 2006 Nadia Lockheart - All Rights Reserved
Kristabell
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1 posted 2006-01-30 09:02 PM


Ah tanks for the reminder. You have a good point here.

Nice write,
Kristabell

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2 posted 2006-01-30 09:07 PM


you are very talented and skillfull. always a pleasure to read

My spirit will rise
above the sea~
There will be no drowning
of my soul or me~

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3 posted 2006-02-02 07:45 AM


"The ornithologist sings after every storm,
living with voices that we never hear,
birds only land in the hand that doesn’t grasp,
to understand you must volunteer,
to understand you must volunteer..."

~ Then you, dear Noah, must be an ornithologist!!!

A fascinating piece of writing which illustrates your versatility as a poet! I appreciate this stretch of your poetic wings!

Hugs with love,
Linda


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