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Singing Biscuits and Silent Communication
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Singing Biscuits and Silent Communication |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa 
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SINGING BISCUITS AND SILENT COMMUNICATION 14 September 2011 This spring morning you were almost there with me in the non-forested back garden, and, as so many times before, you and I sat with Benji and Cleo at our feet, the newly-washed sunshine sky above alive with a melodious trill of bird conversations (Tigger called birds, “meeow biscuits,” and from Heaven he taught Cleo to do the same) and now and then, there were way-in-the-distant barks to which Benji listened carefully to decide whether they were pass-on messages, or needed rush-to-a-wall-and-protect-us barks or whether they were not about us at all and he could stay gazing up at us, and Cleo rolled endearingly on the grass and purred to inspire tummy-ticklings and an almost inaudible bee-hum of traffic on the distant highway framed our bliss. We sat, in a warm, bonding silence drinking in the spring-time harmony, your arm around me, and my head on your shoulder, both of us motionless, except that occasionally you squeezed my shoulders oh, so very, very gently, and I answered with a cosy little nuzzle into your neck. We basked in the promise of summer in the teasing, soporific sun forgetful of time, and the cool breeze increasing in the dearest little playful gusts caressed our brows when the sun touched too much, and when we had drunk our fill of our Paradise your eyes swallowed me whole. and I paint this poem so that we have it for tomorrow’s yesterdays. Owl |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
“when the sun touched too much, and when we had drunk our fill of our Paradise your eyes swallowed me whole. and I paint this poem so that we have it for tomorrow’s yesterdays.” * What a magnificent write. Every verse a poem in itself. A truly beautiful write and painting. JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
What a lovely thing to say, JL! Thank you. I looked at my poem with different eyes and saw, too, that each verse could stand on its own. I love it when I learn about my own poetry from others! Smiles. Owl |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Once again, dear Diana, you offer a unique scenery of which I become part through the emotions you stir. Delightful and tender, true honey moments of creativity. Brava! Love, Margherita |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thank you, Margherita, for soaking yourself in my poem. Smiles. Owl |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
What a lovely, idyllic scene to hold in your heart, Diana. Ida |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I was so enjoying watching and listening to Benji and Cleo... and that would have been enough pleasure to take from one poem. *S* But then I came to your magnificent ending and it touched my heart so deeply... I'm left sighing from the sheer beauty!!! |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thank you, Ida. I have been so happy since I left my office job at the end of August. However, I am still time-strapped in that I need to spend almost every waking hour on my company - of which the main focus is developing databases - to keep the wolves from the door - BUT developing databases is one of my passions - and I am now able to do it at home, with Benji and Cleo (except when I go out to see a client - but that isn't anything like for the whole day as it was when I was working 4 days a week in the office), with forest and birds and butterflies and sunshine-skies or rain-skies through the window while I work. I can schedule housework and garden work more easily too - during the day if I make up the database time at night. And the time I spend outside with Benji and Cleo is exactly what you say - idyllic - especially at this time of the year. Ruth, thank you so much for loving my darling Benji and Cleo and for enjoying watching and listening to them so much. Thank you also for your kind words about the poem and the ending, and thank you for finding such pleasure in the poem. Owl |
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