An evergreen stuffed with birds
A startling outburst of cawing
Camouflaged, but to no effect
Took noisy tea Friday afternoon
The birds drew me aside
From their leafy green haven
An arresting call to awaken
From my indifferent workaday stupor
No pleasant music, an alarm
Leave your rebarred concrete cave
Park your rolling pet carrier
While time to live lasts
Find your own green enclosure
Answer the noisy tribal rollcall
Let the sun mark time
And your spirit rise unchained
And you, for once, soak
Gather it all inside you
In your flowering secret garden
Walled from rust and ruin
And let flow purposeful ink
Call on family and friends
With sweet omens and feasts
Remember we all pass mysteriously
Join every day the throng
Of all the teeming life
That we summit yet belong
To have really truly lived
What did you think
Comments
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I love the pet carriers. I am imagining cars. I think this poem is about the doldrums. About reaching past that feeling and searching for what it is that makes us truly alive and live. I think the birds woke you up from that. Sweet omens and feasts indeed! Wonderful imagery and I absolutely love its title. I enjoyed reading this poem a lot!
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family and celibration of life
are just beautiful, loved how you
penned this
love and blessings
Rend
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