Tag Archives: bird poems

Poem for a grackle {left on an olive leaf}

.. What a relief for you to caw me your truth, written in -visible ink on this ridiculous sky.   .. In April, we poem.     

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Broken-Winged Aubade

.. See the raven, black against night’s last indigo blush, one lone smudged note waiting on a wire. The sinking moon’s an echoed ache of loss and longing; the sky’s a broken song.     .. November PAD, day 5.  … Continue reading

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scouting freedom

  . to kill the mocking (bird) in your head, you’ve got to first stone her song, that strange un -quiet longing for redundant dread. {careful, she’ll try to hide in tree, on rooftop} and if she comes back to … Continue reading

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StorySongs

… There’s a man on the street with dirty feet and an old guitar. He’s got $18 in an old jam jar, but he can’t seem to remember his way home. There are stories in his veins and in his … Continue reading

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It was an Auk and Starling Night

. The murmur -ation began long before we could see feathered things, ………………………….feel wings.     ..

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gobbledygook

.. give your whirligig a swig, chalk it up to aftershock and watch the auk dive into a curious sea. grab your rucksack bric-a-brac, zodiak and other signs, a flock of shrikes heck-pecking all that that cracker -jack cul-de-sac artichoke … Continue reading

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Poetry is for the Birds

.. as are all things …of beauty, strength, mystery; all whisperings of murmuration and murder, all gatherings ………of trees and seed ….and song.     . Prompted by Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 17. 

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Sparrow Hieroglyph

.. We wiggle around the letters (the most familiar of all wild birds will happily {eat} {drink} {dance to} virtually anything) with small, gregarious well -marked (h)(l)eads, scratch a hole in the page and lie in it awhile (helps stiffen … Continue reading

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hollowness

.. i have moved heaven and earth to hold your invisible epithet (tiny and turned to stone) as my parlance for just this moment, ample, too spun out. But it longs to overflow forth into the earth, a warbling of … Continue reading

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Crowing Gerunds

… Preceding season, the nesting crow (markings of gray and brown) ….is hearing the gulls assemble waiting, expectant eating the body opening in the rock opening in a forest feeding (feasting) upon a sage sprouting corn, investigating a haunch sloping … Continue reading

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