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This trembling bird

I saw the rosella fly down to the dirt. I wish to hold this trembling bird, until it rests in the curve in my hand, until it trusts and belongs. But wings are for flying free – so I only wish, and think what might be.

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Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 3/1/2024 3:32:00 PM

I can relate to your experience of birds being just beyond my reach. They fascinate me and would love to get closer to see the beauty in their feathers, etc. Closeness makes them scatter. Darn! This was an exquisite creation, Sara

Jeanette Swan
Date: 3/1/2024 5:18:00 PM

Thanks Sara, fellow bird admirer :)

Jeanette Swan

Date: 3/1/2024 1:18:00 PM

Thanks Daniel, Small birds have so much colour and life in them, they fly so free, have beautiful and soft feathering, and they are just the size of cupped hands, yet just out of reach. Maybe that's why they evoke connection with people.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 3/1/2024 6:22:00 AM

Jeanette, your poem beautifully captures the delicate balance between the desire to protect and the need for freedom. Your imagery of the rosella trembling on the dirt evokes a sense of vulnerability and longing. Your words convey a heartfelt wish to provide comfort and safety, yet also acknowledge the importance of allowing the bird to soar freely. It's a beautiful reflection on the complexities of compassion and letting go. - Blessings, Daniel