I know what to avoid
but not how
to release what has departed.
I used to chase the seasons–
now I wait for what is given–
the perimeter expands,
the sky is higher,
placed carefully in the interval.
always takes you by surprise–
you can still retreat
but you can’t follow any forecast–
the combinations are secret
and without form.
What remains is reflection–
the transient continually rearranged
into something resembling a life.
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. Magpies seem to be one of those places where opposites meet. What we take away from them depends on what we bring.
The Oracle gave me birds today. I’ve resurrected the birdlings to accompany the words. I don’t know where the real birdlings are in my disorganized office, but I have photos of their past adventures. I used this for one of Jane Daugherty’s Yeats prompts a couple years ago.
The blue jays have been drowning everyone out all summer on my street, but recently a crow has been trading barbs with them.
crow and blue jay
ferociously awake morning–
linger like steel dazzled glass
remember who you are–
a fool for wild voices,
sailing a secret ocean
of star fever dancing
Keeping the Secret Keeper, whose words I used for Jane’s prompt, in my thoughts too.
rising not with wings, but with
the cosmos calling
A shadorma for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday words, enchant and fly.
There have to be birds, right? And butterflies too.
a river of light
captured by the air, turning,
spinning outside in—
uncontained by outlines–this
arc of souls with wings sailing
A tanka for Frank Tassone’s Milky Way Haikai Challenge.
The Milky Way is, mythologically speaking, a roadway built by the gods linking heaven and earth–souls and birds use it for traveling between the two worlds.
Linked also to Open Link Night at dVerse.
Through night and moisture I listen for an answer–
wild geese go south but my heart remains unmoved,
crying in painful glory falling through a vast unknown
I feel like writing and singing
a dark story: a blues deeper than the midnight echoes of birds–
Them carrying away all the heaviness that binds me
on their two white wings entangled with the wind–
I don’t know where I will send these flying shadows
I don’t know what to call the hidden lights
of my soul’s dearest things that have retreated into silence
A cleave poem for dVerse. Laura gave us 3 poems in translation, and asked us to use one as inspiration for our own verse. I chose “Migratory Birds” by Desanka Maksimovi which is the left hand half, above. The right hand is my poem, and together they make a third poem. You can read about cleave poems here.
The movements of the starlings murmur on the screen, casting a continuous kaleidoscope of black and dusky blue, merging and reconfiguring with the fading of the sun.
I wonder: where do the city birds that populate the frozen sidewalks of my street gather to choreograph their roost?
Wings trace the twilight–
branches shiver with the wind,
glowing in the dark
Merril at dVerse asks us to conjure nature’s magic–one of the suggested “lost words” is starling. A friend just sent me the video of murmuration below–definitely magic.