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[title] => Birdsong
[time] => 2019-11-25 11:49:57
[hometext] => A bird doesn/'/t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.
[bodytext] => / //// /
I never knew the call of the chat
could sound so beautiful;
or the lonely loon could frame a tune,
that proved so bountiful.
the lark’s sharp cry or evening trill
align with the song of the whippoorwill;
the raven’s caw a scathing claw,
that opened me from heart to maw.
the lyrebird, mimic king
taught my soul how to sing;
showed me almost everything
could be copied to perfection:
but I had my own direction.
perched on a fence with sun aglow,
the robin’s chirp
and the rooster’s crow, were
messages that I had to go
and find my voice in ways I know.
this, a dedication to the birds
who taught me how to sing with words;
and build those nests of verse and rhyme,
to nurture babies till their time.
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Birdsong
Contributed by
spike
on
Monday, 25th November 2019 @ 11:49:57 AM in AEST
Topic:
poets
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/ //// /
I never knew the call of the chat
could sound so beautiful;
or the lonely loon could frame a tune,
that proved so bountiful.
the lark’s sharp cry or evening trill
align with the song of the whippoorwill;
the raven’s caw a scathing claw,
that opened me from heart to maw.
the lyrebird, mimic king
taught my soul how to sing;
showed me almost everything
could be copied to perfection:
but I had my own direction.
perched on a fence with sun aglow,
the robin’s chirp
and the rooster’s crow, were
messages that I had to go
and find my voice in ways I know.
this, a dedication to the birds
who taught me how to sing with words;
and build those nests of verse and rhyme,
to nurture babies till their time.
Copyright ©
spike
... [
2019-11-25 11:49:57] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Birdsong
(User Rating: 1 ) by Deidra_Carmichael on
Tuesday, 26th November 2019 @ 03:39:07 AM AEST (User
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Wow, so beautiful and inspirational! I find it a cool coincidence that I wrote a poem concerning birds today and stumbled upon yours. Great work. An eleoquently embedded message that came across so well,
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Re: Birdsong
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 26th November 2019 @ 08:27:21 AM AEST (User
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This is quite impressive, Spike.
"the birds who taught me how to sing with words"
..and wow, indeed they did. |
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Re: Birdsong
(User Rating: 1 ) by hauntedscorp on
Tuesday, 26th November 2019 @ 04:24:36 PM AEST (User
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Spike, what a pleasure to read another one of your perfectly executed poems! I feel like I walked away with some bird knowledge and you have a knack for unique symbolism.
Hard to read this without bursting into smile and feeling lucky to still have a ypdc long timer like you around. Well done.
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Re: Birdsong
(User Rating: 1 ) by pooper on
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This is a quite descriptive piece and sounds like our backyard.
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