Jerry Whalley Poet Lyric

The Moebious Bird

swirling ascent, 
         streaming, feathered, winging -- 

'look at your tops, they are my bottoms,'

she tweets 'n twitters, murmurs me:me
  surging urges in the air she soars
        everywhere a falling feeling --

a free-spirit flows through her wings, 
   a sapient sixth sense 
      for rising up to close the gap -- 

caresses curious circuits, twirling,
 swooning, reeling, 
          drifting through heightened meaning --

    she speaks in many tongues, 
larking on the edge of a hush with the rush 
     of a far-cry, a longing songing sigh -- 

in a fluttering, floating glide, 
she rounds in passions now arrived, now along,
swooping, looping, going, going,
         falling fast, now turned, re-turned, now gone

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L'Nass Shango May 9, 2009 at 5:10 PM A master's eye described that flight and set my mind winging to loops of beauty.

Nadia Shahwan April 16, 2009 at 12:30 PM Play the guitar before 100 thousand children... This is beautiful lyric.

Denis Joe April 16, 2009 at 11:55 AM Have you read any of Gertrude Stein? This has a strong flavour of her writings. I think she is 'out of fashion' now and she wasn't much thought of in her day. I like her work (especially the operas she wrote for Virgil Thompson). I wouldn't say there is genius in this style but there is a lot of inventiveness and I think it provides an endless scope (rather as Cummings does) for novelty. This is a lovely piece that has a cross-generational appeal to it.