Mottled memories of a tucked nest
safe in its speech with god
singing its heart out
about new blue
In a list
A contest entry
- bird by Ava Noire.
400 points, ended February 7, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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a few days ago on my morning walk I saw a flock of bluebirds. Now, I know very little about birds and didn't think bluebirds traveled in flocks, but I tell ya, I have never seen so many of them in one place. It was quite beautiful. I was walking down a road that winds around a cemetary and they were perched on the old 19th century tombstones watching me.
lovely work. you've managed to say volumes in so few lines. not many can do that.
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Wow, that would be something to see....
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so that's how they got blue ... clever
nice writing
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thank you for the visit and the comment.
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Wow!
I have two Bluebird houses at home, thirty-six at work, and Delta Blues in my heart. In my informed opinion,this is perfect!
Peace
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tks, Rob...between the bluebird and the red cardinal...there is no more beautiufl bird that sings to me.
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Blue has always been my favorite color...Now I know why...Good luck in the contest, my Sister...
Wanda
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As a native american, we equate blue with spirit......it shall always be that to me.
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This sounds like a reflection on an earlier stage of life experience, when hope and expectation were as one: perhaps an open beak to grasp an offered morsal and blue was the color of the world.
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Ture, once upon a time when the world and its inhabitants were more spiritual.
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When I was eight, I lived at the edge of jungle right on the lip of the Atlantic coast of the old Panama Canal Zone. I loved to walk short distances into the forest because I was amazed by all of the creatures and flora, but it was always a risk to do this. Often, large "blue morpho" butterflys wouldd appear and seem to be tempt me to go further. They are a beautiful metallic, irridescent color. They would fly just out of reach and flit away as I got up to them. I returned to Panama 60 years later and, again, walked on a jungle trail. My guide said that I should not expect to see the blue butterflys because they had become very rare. I had almost given up when a single blue butterfly came up to me in the same teasing way and remained with me for about twenty yards. Then it disappeared for a few minutes. Three butterflys suddenly appeared, as if my little friend had gone to get others. They began to land on me and I was so shocked that I stumbled; and my wife grabbed me to keep me from falling. I am sure that I was welcomed by a spiritual and mysterious creature of the earth. It was blue, and it knew me.
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