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Little Bird: rannaigheacht ghairid
Little bird: did you think that no one heard your bright melody at dawn, long gone before day’s first word? Seems absurd that your little tune conferred on my thoughts such peaceful ease across the breeze, little bird. 17 APR … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, birds, Irish verse forms, morning, poetic forms, rannaigheacht ghairid, song
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Out Back: an observation
The short grass under the spreading live oak is mostly dead – a dappled green stretch of dirt that seems to soak up the shadows cast from the tree limbs just starting to burst with new growth this spring. In … Continue reading
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Tagged backyard, birds, garden, miscellaneous, NaPoWriMo, sight, sound
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The Mockingbird
I have heard the mockingbird’s own personal song: late at night when other fowl have found their nests, the tune comes sweet and low, passed like a hot plate between two diners at an all-night chop house, whose whispers barely … Continue reading
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Tagged birds, daily poems, Dizzy Gillespie, mimicry, music, Paganini, singing, Thelonius Monk
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Early Morning
There is something liberating about waking up early. Not too early, mind you. But earlier than you need to be awake; and if you’re lucky, early enough to see the last of the night disappear in the whitewash of the … Continue reading
At Dawn When I Awoke
At dawn, when I awoke, the rain was but a mist that damped the lawn; and then its whitewash strength increased to rinse the night, ’til it was gone. Its purpose served, it too then waned, as greys began to … Continue reading
Two Murders
Two murders I witnessed in opposite trees across the canal, voicing cacophony; a trial of wills between territories resulting in blackened skies, as the light breeze of morning and rain brought a chill to my knees. Not often such numbers … Continue reading
The Black Druids
At seven ten this morning as the night gave way to dawn a band of three of black druids* gathered out on my front lawn I heard them last night singing in the dead calm, loud and clear; but did … Continue reading
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Tagged birds, Druid Dhuhb, Druids, familiars, family, history, legacies, omens
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