Eyes
ringed in
yellow, black
plume, you prepare
a nest, twigs and mud,
cavernous home, gather
earthworms, berries and fruits for
you and for your young, a song that
vibrates trees, Turdus Merula knocks
on thresholds, a migratory friend wants
entrance, keepsake of nesting literary
fondness staying year round in Paris … temperate
suits you best, we wait for wings to carry you
back when spring returns, Turdus Merula,
I listen for your song to move the
leaves, an object of affection
as I write these words, always
welcome are your visits
as we meet again,
can you see me,
Merula?
as I
wait
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
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It's often said 'one swallow doesn't make a summer' - but you know the worst of the weather is over...
ReplyDeleteGreat piece!
Things are changing now - fast. Where I am anyway.
ReplyDeleteAll I could think of was the Beatles: "You were only waiting/ for this moment to be free"
ReplyDeleteI don't always find that shape poems work well. This one does, one of your best, I think.
ReplyDeleteSyllable counting vibes must have flown from you to me this morning, but your words carry beauty...and song. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting form, Pamela. You rock it in this piece! I'm spending three hours in a car with teenagers, my husband and dogs today. We're driving to my folks' place in the mountains. I may work on one of these during the journey.
ReplyDelete~Brenda
I love your use of 'Turdus Merula.' I had to google to know what it was :) This is an interesting form and you have crafted your Syllabic Poem beautifully! I will try it soon. Thank you for the inspiration.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautifully gentle poem of nature appreciation, Pamela. I agree with Dave that the form really works!
ReplyDeletePamela your poem is like a song in itself....nature and it's beautiful birds are such a wonderful inspiration. Hope you are doing well, and that you have a lovely Easter weekend! :-)
ReplyDeletePamela, it just flows so well - a great blending of words and form - and I like the message of your poem too. I really like that question at the end and "as I / wait".
ReplyDeleteyes i think she sees and hears you as you sing these words onto page...
ReplyDeleteI like the form. It's difficult to write to a syllable count and still make sense (and good poetry).
ReplyDeleteit is a shame if we don't warm up and see some sun Merula may never fly back! This is so soft and sweet I could almost hear it being whispered.
ReplyDeleteThanks Stan, I have had blackbirds on my mind recently.
ReplyDeleteActually that song was going through my head, while writing this, Ron.
ReplyDeleteThis poem was a real bugger to write, Dave. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteJinksy, I love your etheree and the artwork.
ReplyDeleteBrenda, I do like the results, but it was a bit of a pain making it cohesive. This is from a poem I wrote a couple of weeks ago.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Marianne.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary, as I said it was a bit of a bugger to work with.
ReplyDeleteThe same to you Carrie, and thanks:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Mr. Walker.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Brian. I'll be back to one stop after the April madness.
ReplyDeleteTilly, it is not a form, I will be doing again soon.
ReplyDeleteAmanda, do you live in a cold part of the country?
ReplyDeleteThanks.
Ah, I was sorry when you said you wouldn't be doing this again. It reads much like a soft sung melody and as usual, your use of language makes it vivd and evocative.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Glad to hear it, Anthony, you live in a cold part of the world.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth, I am happy with the results, maybe I am starting to get a bit bleary-eyed from posting a poem a day. I'll do one again sometime in the future. Thanks.
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