SPRING NOTES
I don’t ask for the meaning of the song of a bird
or the rising of the sun on a misty morning.
There they are, and they are beautiful.
Pete Hamill
Spring
((tanager)) ((cardinal))
notes, each branch.
((robin)) ((bluebird)) ((bunting))
Tiers of colorful confetti.
((oriole)) ((grosbeak)) ((chickadee)) ((kiskadee))
~ Virtuous Winter covered in blue ~
((goldfinch)) ((kinglet)) ((sunbird)) ((crow)) ((thrush))
~ Snow angels spread their wings in hatch ~
((dove)) ((nightingale)) ((lark)) ((swallow))
Choir all the rave, dispatched, after long retreat.
((warbler)) ((wren)) ((meadowlark)) ((sparrow))
Greenery at its peak, beaks held high, majestic conductor.
((grossbeak)) ((tit)) ((jay)) ((kingfisher)) ((bullfinch))
Sweet songs of longing, life, death, in the warmth of the sun.
2/17/2021
SPRING BIRDS
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
bullfinch, bird, song, spring,
Form: Shape
soft skillful mimics
talented singers but shy—
bright red embarrassed
Categories:
bullfinch, bird, nature,
Form: Haiku
From my kitchen window
I can pass a pleasant while.
Callers to my bird table
They always make me smile.
Crowds of busy sparrows
Make an early morning call.
Then appears the robin,
He likes to boss them all.
Raucous squabbling starlings,
Noisy, loud and rude.
A riot on the wing,
Fighting anyone for food.
Then come the ****,
The great, the coal the blue
And some days, a nice surprise
A bullfinch passes through.
Then arrive the goldfinches
The prettiest of them all.
Painted little charmers,
All dressed up for a ball.
So there I stand
With my morning cup of tea,
As an avian delight
Plays out in front of me.
Categories:
bullfinch, bird, garden, nature,
Form: Rhyme
A high speed race with a puff ball is very very exciting. But kissing a bead is not that good if one has allergies to plastics. Links then. Importance of clasps'. Over importance of gilded crests. And excessive amounts of currency in a single 1milimetre jewel. Ravishing radiance ridding ridiculous rats. And a curd party forms. Would one care to partake in a gold crested bullfinch parfait? Oh how simply exquisite the tongue of fox. Served with jus. Constructed from heron. Wonderful. Hohohoho houses of zeroo domestic chores. Hohoho polo,croquet,shooting shows. Hohoho and a little dormouse cleaning and cooking. *** genealogy z
Categories:
bullfinch, arabic, art, beautiful, bible,
Form: I do not know?
beautiful bullfinch
flits from lawn to rose bush to
beach hedge this bright morn
Categories:
bullfinch, bird,
Form: Haiku
It`s a bird.
Look at it.
It is me.
Not a tomtit,
Not a bullfinch.
I`m a Sirin.
Count my wings.
Do you see?
Do you see?
There are three,
Three white wings.
Look at me.
It`s a mask,
Not a face.
Do not touch.
I will tell
You a tale
About Punch.
It is true.
It`s my fate.
It`s not false.
This old tale
Is a blade.
Let us toss
Who should stab
This sharp blade
Into me.
On your lap
Is a bird.
Do you see?
I am scratching
your hand and your arm
With my sharp claws
and pecking your palm.
I`m not singing
about love. I`m mute.
`Cause for me now
love means only you.
Categories:
bullfinch, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, hope,
Form: I do not know?
My friends come dine with me, while nature writes its poetry.
Corn, maize, sunflower seeds, bread, nuts and fruit for all
your needs. A bowl of water for you to wash, a gentle sip and
your thirst may quash. Through the pine the sun doth glow,
around the table the colours flow. Before my eyes this
coloured mist, the morning air and dewdrops kissed. Blue ****,
Great **** danced the floor, Blackbirds, Thrushes wanting more.
Spotted Flycatchers dart and dash, Chaffinch, Bullfinch preen
and splash. The Treecreeper stalks the maize, a Bee Eater green
on yellow floats the haze. Jays and Magpies for morsels fight,
Wagtails hop in black and white. The Robin stands and shows
his chest, the Siskin lands not far from nest. A Yellow Wagtail
carries the eye, all is song beneath the sky. A Crossbill comes
and steals the seeds, the Wren is perched and gently feeds. On
a branch high above sit a pair of Turtle Doves, as a Bunting
sings to the one he loves. Warblers, Goldcrests scrap for corn,
Sparrows skip and clean the lawn. This mornings table was
with colour blessed, all was warm in natures nest.
Categories:
bullfinch, natureyellow,
Form: I do not know?
Pyramus and Thisbe were lovers, but their parents forbade it. They had to converse by signs
and glances. They discovered a crack in the wall between their two houses. It afforded a
passage to the voice and they exchanged tender messages. *
(tetrameter)
I doubt this changed spot the same
Where once our sweet white mulberry grew
I doubt the fields can feel the sun
Nor taste the early morning dew
The wall between is thick and fast
My ears seem deaf and young love past
Yet lips must say that if a crack
There be let loving words abound
That as no touch or glance exists
My soul might revel in a sound
*Bullfinch Mythology
Categories:
bullfinch, devotion, love
Form: Quatern
Leander loved Hero, who lived on the opposite side of the strait, and would swim to her each
night, but was drowned in a tempest. Hero in despair cast herself into the sea.*
What body this asea all vision past
This hallow'd temple bobbing half-between?
What vengeful God has sheath'd fond Hero's light
Commanding tempest fingers long and lean?
To wake no more no more to pad the fields
Of hyacinth on fair Abydos' shore;
Is truth deep gone asparay in jet-black waves
Which buoy the spirit on no more no more
What figure this at peace which calmly drounds
While all around the shrieking bedlam raves?
What zealous spectral God does rage above
Disturbing not the silence of the grave?
*Bullfinch Mythology
Categories:
bullfinch, history, lost love, passiongod,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
In Greek mythology Ibycus is robbed and killed on his way to a musical competition. He
appeals to some cranes overhead to avenge his cause - cranes considered a good omen.
Later at the festival, held in a huge amphitheater, the furies announce and morn the death of
Ibycus. During the performance the cranes fly overhead and one of the robbers cries, "Look,
comrade, the cranes of Ibycus!" They are both caught.
"Look! Look, comrade
There yonder flow
The cranes of Ibycus!"
Above the stadium
In perfect row,
The cranes of Ibycus.
Above the Fury's chorus,
In dissonance, crow,
The cranes of Ibycus!
Above the bedlam crowd
Their numbers grow,
The cranes of Ibycus.
Above the hoard of voices
Become now low,
The cranes of Ibycus.
Above the perfect silence,
Flying slow,
The cranes of Ibycus.
Above ten thousand heads
Which lowly bow,
The cranes of Ibycus.
Beyond the tiers and fading
In the distant glow,
The cranes of Ibycus.
*
*Bullfinch, Mythology
Categories:
bullfinch, death, history, imagination
Form: Free verse
"There was a clear pool with water like silver
where mountain goats never resorted
nor shepherds drove their flocks." *
By the crystal pool a mild flower grew
(mild flower)
(wild flower)
And near this bloom a golden butterfly flew
(touched then flew)
(touched then flew)
My eye at depth perceived a shaft of radiant sun go down
(go down)
(go down)
As if there were no alga'd floor no ivory gate no door
(no gate)
(no door)
I heard the voice of Mnemosyne say along her vaulted way
("Flower)
(Silent flower")
* Bullfinch - Mythology
Categories:
bullfinch, fantasy, imagination, nature
Form: Free verse