Posted in Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry

It’s Never about Birds

Five days have slipped by since the November edition of Casting Bricks to Attract Jade rolled out and I am finally managing to slow down enough to put a Challenge Poem out for anyone who would care to give it a whirl.  I was discussing clichés with my students recently and that sparked this challenge poem.  There is no form, so do as you will, my fellow poets!  Full details about Casting Bricks are here or click on my perma-link on the side bar.

It’s never about birds in poetry;
it is about our inadequate,
marrow-filled bones that
weigh us down
reminding us of the immediacy
of the dust.

It’s never about stars in poetry;

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The Pull

the pull beneath
vibration pulsing
my feet
I feel it move
pulling
its way through
the dirt
                                Beak
                               Beak
                              Beak
worm

I pull,
slaking
pull
life-taking
life-giving
pull

My red eye
to the sky
feathers of clouds fly
pulled by
loft of wind
they look back
at me with their
grey
grey eyes

Sun lower, pulled
sooner down

Shoulders twitch I
ruffle
feel the pull
set my
nostrils
south
wings beat the air
pull
pull
pull

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For dVerse Poetics Autumn Prompt

Posted in 28 Days of Unreason, Poetry

Day 19 – Cacophony of Birds

Day 19 of the 28 Days of Unreason brings a return of Silly Jilly, my childish alter ego. Humor her; she gets cranky when she’s told to grow up and act her age.  I’m just guessing she wanted to break from poetic tradition about using birds for metaphors and symbolic crap like that.  Views expressed here are not necessarily those of the author.  Songs of Unreason yields a beautiful quote for today:

“The birds are a chorus…clearly relatives of Mozart”  ~  Jim Harrison

CACOPHONY OF BIRDS

Albatross
pigeon
moorhen
and loon
they sync ‘neath my window
from sunrise ‘til noon

the booby
the cowbird
great heron
and goose
put up such a racket
like a bellowing moose

the shrike and the snipe
I’d most like to strike
with a silencing muzzle
my nerves are a fuzzle!

the starlings most startling
the grackles a ’cackle
the raven shows up
with a tool belt and spackle
(to fix and repair a bust standing there)

oh, where can I go
I need a good sleeper
but when I lie down
along comes a creeper

at last downs the sun
at evening they rest
but alas that screech owl
busts his buttons and vest

On Mozart and Handel
Now Beethoven and Bach
fly away, fly away
put thy beaks in a sock!

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