Open Poetry #37 |
The grammar of birds |
wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Uncommon winter warmth compelled me out to the porch And had me writing on the grammar of birds But, got no further than imagining the Heron A blue exclamation point for the river’s stated course How the Sparrow’s flight, like so many commas Links a string of asides from here to there And the usual nonsense about question marks and Owls When I looked down from the page to the decking Where I saw there was a familiar shape, a face Indistinct in the ashes and mud But, a face nonetheless A symmetry we’re hardwired the recognize This could serve to explain the “Honest Abe” And “Popeye” potato chip found in every bag Or why the faithful can see their blessed Virgin’s beauty Shining out from the rust on abandoned appliances This face, though, wasn’t stately, wasn’t comic or saintly The face was mine, from an earlier time Younger, and careless Without the beard I now wear An accidental portrait Fashioned from boot prints and wood ash Of a man who would never have noticed The Jay refers to himself in the first person Finches, ever nervous, tend to confuse their tenses Or, that the Raven speaks only in imperatives But the cold is returning now and time to go inside Leaving the birds to practice their grammar And my unlikely likeness To weather [This message has been edited by wranx (02-26-2006 10:58 PM).] |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
wranx Excellent. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Oh, my goodness! This is simply amazing. I am placing this gently into my library. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
This face, though, wasn’t stately, wasn’t comic or saintly The face was mine, from an earlier time Younger, and careless ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That thought takes me way back, those were the days, and life was so easy then. Excellent poem, per usual, wranx~ |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This face, though, wasn’t stately, wasn’t comic or saintly The face was mine, from an earlier time Younger, and careless Without the beard I now wear An accidental portrait Fashioned from boot prints and wood ash Of a man who would never have noticed The Jay refers to himself in the first person ~*~ This is where you trapped me. A fine cage, for the moment. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
oh, you've captured the essence of more winged creatures with this one |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Wow. I'm speechless. |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Oh what an eye, what an eye....I wish I could borrow your vision for a while -- not long, a coupla decades maybe -- just to figure out how you see things this way! ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
This is grand....listening to the language of birds is acquired with wisdom...it shows here, Ed. ....jo |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
While Ratleader is borrowing your eye, may I please borrow your brain? As good as that younger carefree face may seem to you, we prefer your current face, along with your increased wisdom, experience, vision and brilliance! - Question-mark-Owl |
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PouringJewels Member
since 2003-09-18
Posts 158Maryland |
you, my very wise brother are the owl. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
such a soul filled beauty you wear a coat of love, awareness and great understanding thank you for this beauty |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ed....This lifted my bird-loving heart...thank you! |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
"Younger, and careless Without the beard I now wear An accidental portrait Fashioned from boot prints and wood ash Of a man who would never have noticed The Jay refers to himself in the first person" Went looking for something tonight, didn't quite know what. Until I read this. Thanks bud... |
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