Go Away
go away i scream at
the magpies when they come close
a pair of
flycatchers have made a nest outside my door
the flycatchers
come every year for many years
not the same flycatchers probably parents & grandparents
we have seen at
least 10 to 14 tiny birds fly from the nests
they like it
here but the magpies torment them don't want them here
the politics of the
avian world not always understandable to me
the magpies seem
such rowdy neighbors strutting in their black & white tuxedos
chattering loudly i
appear and scream go away
June 25, 2015
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Butterflies Were
Present
butterflies were
present lifting from your fingers filling the room with magic
i should have
known... perhaps i did a window opens
so much
unexplained fresh air fills your lungs
it is as if you can
see forever and you are privileged to know
what is usually found only in dreams
what is usually found only in dreams
...you know what is under the bed
...the next words a person is speaking before they are spoken
...you could win a spelling bee for sure
it isn't something
one can understand only something you know much like a
feeling
...why did you buy
all that syrup
...why did the
raven perch on the mirror doing antics that made us laugh
...why did we go
to the wrong store
which turned out to be the right one after all
a magical shop of
tiny doll house furniture
...at the book
store finding the book
the singing creek where the willows grow
the mystical
nature diary of opal whiteley
another
dimension opens to reveal the extraordinary...
the first days of june were magical indeed
the first days of june were magical indeed
the night air
filled with the scent of honeysuckle
your gesture of
love tying our hearts together for all times
weaving that
moment into all future moments
...butterflies were present
...butterflies were present
June 25, 2015
5 comments:
Sometimes the noises outside echo the feelings within...on a good day the birds sing with you..on a bad day they scream...xo
They are probably screaming the same...go away, oh the beauty of nature. How are you? Have a nice end to the week!
We have neighbors like that in the human world as well. I feel the same for my family of deer that live in the back yard. They change each year, but they are always back to pick at the leavings of the grapes and bed down. Until a dog, or a gun scares them off, or takes their life.
Ah the second one is lovely as well. Sounds like a remarkable person. There is every day magic. And there are those that are magical as well. We are blessed to know them for the time we do.
Sigh. My spirit is replete for the day after reading these words. I adore the first poem full of noisy magpies and baby flycatchers. Love the magpies in heir tuxedos, strutting importantly about. I join you in scaring them away from the nest full of babies. But the second one lifted me right into the dreamscape - butterflies falling from his fingers......"as if you could see forever" (and he could!)....and that gesture that tied your hearts together for all time. So incredibly beautiful - and mystical - Annell. Just lovely.
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