Graceful when you are awkward.
Awkward when you are graceful.
Awesome. Acrobatic
Automatic?
Oh, to be as balanced.
Ace any limb I want,
No matter how thin
And brittle. Helps
To be little? Oh, to escape
Into flight
Without effort, without
Having to bow
To Id or Ego.
Don't give a hang,
What I like. Don't think
About worshipping at the shrine
Homo sapiens erected
For sacrifices to Intellect.
How freeing it must be
To have enemies not within,
But without. That you
Can identify. Even keep
An eye on. How is it you
Know how to build
The right nest for you
And yours? When to abandon
And go into hiding?
Even the shortness of the life
You live by instinct, clinging
Enough but no more, eggs on
The green-eyed monster
In me. Hate I have to settle
For the odd glimpse
Through borrowed glass.
Smudged, at that.
I am totally undone by the beauty in these lines of wanting to join our feathered friends -- no worries, no bills, no s t r e s s. Move over, kiddo, save a wing and a prayer for me! Well done.
I think you said it all with the word instinct. If we followed ours more, maybe more good would happen. I like the rhythm in this poem, too. Hugs,
Sheila
each creature uniquely gifted for its special contributions to the whole of existence as we perceive it Phyllis Jean -- may peace and love be always with you my friend -- Jon Michael
YOUR PHRASES HAVE SPUN SUCH AN A STRONG, PERFECT FABRIC ON YOUR 'BIRD' WHEEL THAT I CANNOT UTTER ONE WORD OF OBJECTION. YOU DONE REAL GOOD PJG...REAL GOOD! THANKS FOR SHARING THIS UNIQUE AND MOST NOTABLE POETIC OFFERING. GOD BLESS YOU. LOVE,
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Your glass although smudged sees more than most, and your deft tweaking of the feather carressed the sweetness of your lines. What soulmate the birds have found in you, what appreciation of their beauty, thanks Jean this is most wonderful poem, I shall save it and with your permission post it under the picture of little Angelface, it will be so much enriched by such loving true verse.
I have huge Crows (I think Ravens)chasing the Blue Jays and squirrels away, it even seems the crows are protecting the little wrens. They are fastenating to watch, as Mama Crow marched her five little ones across the roof for a drink and a lesson to fly. Spring is here. Great Write, Pea. Whose the green eyed monster, that Hates?
Always be well, Carin'
I watch birds near where I live they are truly pawns to the feline especially. I am facinated by the mocking birds. They dive at the cats without fear. They are very interesting animals. And so was this fine writing, Phyllis.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
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I am totally undone by the beauty in these lines of wanting to join our feathered friends -- no worries, no bills, no s t r e s s. Move over, kiddo, save a wing and a prayer for me! Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Sheila
Carole~
Peace, love and light,
Amber "V"
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Love,
Sage
Love,Christine
To have enemies not within,
But without. poignant!
Beautifully written.
John
Always be well, Carin'
Regis
GOD BLESS YOU
TONY
Great painting and poem!! They compliment each other. Enjoyed!!
Sandie Angel :o)