Fallen from fluffy nest of familiarity
you seek refuge on receptive crown
confident of my harmlessness
grateful for my protection
creative exchange of energies
joyful learning of lessons
peaceful communion of spirits
united by translucent hand of synchronicity
I hear your brothers welcoming the sunrise
with gift of virtuosity
uncompared to human voice
each couplet offered as a celebration of life
song without repetition
You teach me to quit familiar path of comfort
and to leave behind putrid swamp of habit
built on fear’s bottomless abyss
Your eyes dive into mine
and your gaze seems to ask me :
“When will you finally sing your own song ?”
Author notes
dedicated to a gentle little birdie called durga – fallen from her nest right into my heart
gracing me with her presence for a little while before going back to wilderness
durga is a young female of this specific bird-race, therefore her brown feathers with white dots
In a list
A contest entry
- Name that Bird 30 (Common Blackbird) by MagicLady.
300 points, ended June 16, 2008, 3 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Very Good
Your eyes dive into mine
and your gaze seems to ask me :
“When will you finally sing your own song ?”
Interesting ending words
perhaps a personel relevation
Wonderful Silver
Rick
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Oh wow.. that is stunning! Gave me goosebumps! How wonderful to find someone that can help lift you from the familiar to find your voice!
Beautiful write and well deserving of the Silver!
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That's a cute and profound poem, Marion.
You have written a beautiful write for your bird, Durga.
It explains your feelings for each other very well.
Congrats on the Silver.
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And isn't she beautiful???
I love what you have done here, Marion. You have truly recognized the strength of your Durga and have brought us a great lesson with it. She is out of her familiar place and yet is unafraid. Oh, how we need to learn her ways! So often, we seek only what is comfortable, and as you have noted, and we lose our song in the process. Such profound thought. May we strive to begin to offer our own little couplets of celebration!
Beautiful, encouraging write!
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Awesome!
It's a lovely, reflective poem. Congratulations on the trophy. [Sorry I've been away so long to comment] but a lovely write! I'm so glad you've found your inspiration. I love the pic!
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Let little innocent bird's memory please you as you remember her. Congratulations for silver.
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I love the last line of this Marion. Someone once told me to sing my own song. It is so true...we all need to sing our own songs with our own voice. How else will we ever be heard. It is said to make a joyful noice unto the Lord.....it doesn't say you have to have a good voice.
We don't get to see the common blackbird much in the USA. We see crows, grackles and redwinged blackbirds...which are all birds that are black...but not this bird.
Cheryl
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Drawn to the refuge
of soft-spoken Marion,
feathered friends recognize
peace and harmony to rely on.
What a pleasure to read your words
and enjoy seeing your radiant face!!
Aesthete
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I don't want to alarm you...but there's a...bird...on your head...
It's beautiful: soft, sweet and of course with an underlying message for yourself...for others. I certainly hope you do get to "sing your own song," that you rise to whatever heights you search...finding that happiness between safety and adventure of spirit.
So if an ostrich or a pelican or maybe a vulture fell from its nest...umm, would you nurse it back to health...let it, umm, sit on your head? Sorry, I was being too normal.
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Marion, to me there is something of the mother-goddess Durga about YOU. It never ceases to amaze me how your foundling birds alight on your head or your shoulder, in complete trust.
I love your poetry in what must be your third language.
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Hallo Durga!
She is your crowning glory indeed. You have penned another darling tribute to your pets in this series.
We had a chance to pick up a fledgling blackbird last spring but I cautioned my daughters that the mother was surely in sight, teaching the baby to fly. It takes several days sometimes. You might be interested in this link on how to tell whether they are starving and need help or not: http://volusia.org/birding/advice.htm
We often see the juveniles and brown females (I can't tell them apart) on our walk to kindy, as well as many black ones in the lawn. It's definitely one of our dailies.
By the way, I have discovered a sumpfmeise nesting in a box on an old barn here in the stadt and that is what I have been seeing that looks like a NA chickadee all these years - it has a white belly.
Our great joy these past few nights has been watching the activity of three barn swallow nests - seeing the youngsters open their mouths through the tiny crack in their nests as the parents approach and then turning tail to evacuate immediately after being fed - my little one and I have been hysterical about it. I grew up with barn swallows but I never observed that before!
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AH ... YOUR WORDS GRACE THE PAGE,
THE FLOW SO WITH COMPASSION AND LOVE,
BREATHTAKING MY FRIEND AS ALWAYS
SUCH A PLEASURE
GOD BLESS...
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So beautiful....
I have always been so touched with the way you use your gift of words to show your adoration for the animal kingdom...It seems birds are your favorite...
This is so very beautiful...
xo Heidi
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St Francesca stikes again
Ah, my sweet little Assisi sister, you've once again let shine your sweet heart full of love, both in deed and in ink. A sweet write and heartfilling photo of tow lovely birds.
BTW, I was blessed this past Tuesday to receive a personal blessing from Amma Sri Karunamyi. It was a truly enlivening expreience!
Be ever blessed and bright,
Rahad
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