Best Waxwing Poems
I am cool water,
You are a lily, upon ...
I move around and about -
Sustain you, cradle you.
Drink of me ...
And bloom!
You are blossom, soft,
To my supple branching ...
You are fragrance and beauty,
Giggling in the breeze.
Hold tight to me ...
And abound!
I am a mistral, aloft,
You, the waxwing dancing -
Unseen and unknowable, yet ...
I am care and constant.
Press your wings upon me ...
And soar!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Select 5, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
waxwing, analogy, appreciation, beauty, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
windsongs
whispering windsongs
whoosh with warm whimsical waves ~
wild waxwing waltzes
1-18-22
Contest: Nature based Haiku
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
"Windsong" is the name of one of John Denver's most popular albums
Categories:
waxwing, bird, song, wind,
Form:
Haiku
bare tree's shrill splendor
a hundred bohemians
sienna flashing
December 21st 2018
Winter Haiku
Sponsor Tania
Categories:
waxwing, bird, tree, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Afternoons the sky shuts down around the swamp's warning tapes
propped up with restoration piping and dirt leak fencing.
We’re fleeing toward the wild, seeking the names and shapes,
the same way the Cedar Waxwing flit and grip for berries tree to tree.
Canada Geese are easy, they lead off down the lane leaving residue,
Widgeons have green stripes and gold stripes, one American
the other European, and they’re all mumbling our family phew-do
they didn’t burn the kid, they can’t keep the house clean, drugs…
Blink away the cold wind tears. Forget all that, only remember
Shovelers have the long low profile and the long bill from studies
in New Zealand, like a deep breath, we set aside work, unlimber
spy the race of killdeer away from their guarding territory in gravel.
Our boss didn’t try to replace us, he ducked out to a new job
leaving the crime ringing in our ears like the police car roaring past.
Head down, we tunnel under the high way finding the dunk and bob
of mergansers and their hallowed or red heads,
remarking differences when the sudden scream of honking
mallards flee up river. Caught off guard, we wonder did we cause
all this pain? The rise and dunk flying goldfinch happily chirping
cling to the thistle, their favorite waste near the waste water
ponds where all the Black River water flows for cleaning
spilling into the nesting lower stages of the tertiary treatment.
That’s all this is, treatment for the shock wave week riding
current events on our shoulders, almost like the red-tailed hawk
that screams and skims our head, rising up to the setting sun
turning the sky purple and pink and bruised. That’s when wood
ducks skim into view, our breath captured and then steaming undone
but soon the heavens offer confirmation, blue angels
with their huge oversized wings soar in pairs down as gift.
We hold each other then, let screams silence, detail enriched.
Categories:
waxwing, angel, beauty, bird, family,
Form:
Rhyme
a crush with black masks
devour frozen red berries ~
cedar waxwing raid
Categories:
waxwing, bird, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Which flying bird shall I choose to be?
Would Bird of Paradise suit me?
Owl, falcon or hawk might be fun.
Bohemian waxwing is on the run.
Trumpeter Hornbill or Military Macaw?
King vulture or Jackdaw?
Flamingo with her peachy color?
I can’t decide. I’ll ask my mother.
Categories:
waxwing, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Mr. Carrot, the talking morning alarm clock making waking up fun.
His loud chimes would shake the ground and woods and wake up the church nuns.
A small pleasure starting with sun-shine and under the ground holding none,
forgetting it's at the farm thinking it's one sweet potato that won.
Black eyed peas eyed Mr. Wigley, curious and asked, "Who you looking at?"
Cedar waxwing with its chest puffed out in heaps, sweet musical and fat
sings a tale of a cat who wiggled its tail;his heart swelled rat a tat tat
on swooning blueberries and cherries under glimmering awning.
Mr. Wigley leans on the sexy pears, tips his hat at sounds playing.
Asparagus, spinach, broccoli, red, green and yellow peppers yell,
"Buy me please!" as he went by. Tomatoes, green beans, and has beens also fell
in line, with the beets, cabbage beat to join in; we'll bring a southern belle
to her knees in a carousel taste delight in a potluck meal spell.
An ultimate decision was made. Mr. Wigley mused deep and hard,
listening to all their prepared flavored tales in the summer farm yard
in hope of just reward, savors an inspirational luscious art.
I will definitely be remaking this again for my sweetheart.
12/16/2017
Categories:
waxwing, food, girlfriend,
Form:
Rhyme
a mockingbird sings
mimicking bird melodies ~
comedic chorus
a hummingbird sips
while vibrant feathers flutter ~
a rapid refresh
a hungry bluejay
squawks and shrieks at the feeders ~
blue feathered bully
a cedar waxwing
quickly steals fresh tree berries ~
flying masked bandit
a barred owl whistles
while camouflaged in a tree ~
a prey stalking pursuit
Categories:
waxwing, appreciation, bird, nature, song,
Form:
Haiku
*Image of A Cedar Waxwing in Winter by The C Lab.
a crack at the nutcracker
sole *waxwing natures
crowned nomen swathed pastel fair~
seats heart hints of hues
*These birds are berry eaters and nut droppers for sustaining their future.
2022 December 07
*6th Place*
Winter Nature Themed Haiku
~~Tania Kitchin: Judged 2022 December 13
**HMS.
Categories:
waxwing, bird, imagery, nature, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Damp leafs random toss by autumn gust,
hue stain bold foliage unfurls,
brown, golden amber, red-orange curls,
into town or country setting thrust
Thin laid ice chill air must plummet,
taut azure sky wing creatures flourish,
palm warbler, barred owl, cedar waxwing perish,
orchard fall strain on moss clad branch summit
Stout heart trudge on rust decay meander,
pockmark mud stone surface brittle,
black cloud grain spice wind counts for little,
to pale mute green paddock’s wry candour
Daylight glow cold shoulders summer tint,
tan quartz beach once boisterous ghost town silent,
August lakeshore swarm a breed less vibrant,
weathervane gloom monger’s doleful hint
Beaver moon plunge or peak as lunar auspice,
outcrop toiler’s eggplant harvest purple struck,
breezy whoop of yield beneath the groundswell pluck,
amid a sullen grey November hospice
Categories:
waxwing, art, birth, care, celebration,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
if you gotta fight
then find waxwing lane,ok?
then go off mustang
Categories:
waxwing, art,
Form:
Haiku
We went to the top of a mountain…up a mountain road we wound our way
because we know it’s the perfect place to watch the sun set on the day.
We never tire of watching a sunset…for each one is unique
The sky is ever-changing as the sun and clouds play hide-and-seek.
There is something soothing…mesmerizing…watching another day go to bed…as colors stretch across the sky in shades of yellow, orange and red.
I guess you could say, as far as sunsets, Deborah and I are fans…but this evening as we stood atop the mountain the sun and clouds had other plans.
This evening’s sun was bashful…she seemed a lttle shy…choosing to hide behind the clouds as they spread across the sky.
But we were not upset…on a mountain top…surrounded by the trees..
for even a sunset with no sun…is a beautiful sight to see.
With no sunset to watch…our eyes found so many other sights to see…
For instance…a group of little birds as they landed in a nearby tree.
They were a little distance away but we noticed how the tree they landed in shook…
so I ran to the car, got our binoculars…so we could get a closer look
There on the mountaintop…unable to watch the sunset we adore…
we saw, instead, a group of birds we had never seen before.
A google search led us to cedar waxwings…and I admit we were both stunned
because the cedar waxwing has the same colors of our bashful setting sun.
The little orange atop its head looked kind of like a veil…
The red showed up on the tip of its wings…they yellow on its tail.
To top it off…we were serenaded by this previously, to us, unseen bird
with one of the softest sweetest birdsongs we have ever heard.
Yes, we came to the mountain to watch a sunset…
but when that sunset was obscured….
we were blessed…
oh how we were blessed
to find our sunset in a bird.
Categories:
waxwing, bird, nature, sunset,
Form:
Rhyme
sweetening the morn
with honey-drenched melody...
a cedar waxwing
Date written: 09/21/2019
Categories:
waxwing, animal, bird, music, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Summer Hiku 10
brown cedar waxwing
devouring privet berry \
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ground is her d n.
u i
s t b
Categories:
waxwing, appreciation, bird, fruit, nature,
Form:
Haiku
zing of waxwing
zipping silence
~air tight flyby
Categories:
waxwing, bird, sound,
Form:
Haiku