We are all connected,
The donkey, the merle, and me,
You are the children of God,
You proud cats, and dogs
You generous sheep,
Deer and pigeons, eagles
Share the same light,
The same sky, what a sacred mystery,
The donkey, the merle, and the poet,
The horse and the arrogant seagull,
The monkey, the surveyor, and the linnet,
The giraffe with a pulpy orange neck
We are all connected.
Why did you have faith in me?
While in a bleak midwinter
These frozen oceans and sea
As though waves and stutter
Crawls and collapses your nosegay
Arms within arms thrives in you
Thought you would dance along the bay
But you saw pale and got lost its hue
Sulleness heart,the beating heart
Forgots the sound of summers fall
I see the tear from an Agamemnon art
And I remember now your call-
The sleepless night haunt these poor linnet
And the pardon eyes drip the rueful tear
And I travel far and afar till the shadows of bennet
Till I forget you ever by the flower it bear
Gravely digging the grave digger digs
holes for souls; waste pits plotted
earth soils clogging
Collections of bones for storage and mind
Disposal in disguise
Many a form, Goldfinch alike, are left
in place of death; laying spent, shrivelled
dishevelled, colours still abright
I wasn't going to dig a hole so I left it
where it lay; no-one will dig for its soul
No grave digger digs such a small pit
No respect, no clogging, no digging
Instead the finches are left
along with the Linnet, the Thrush, the Owl
and the Crow; destined to be sucked back
into nature's cauldron
to go wherever birds go
“Dreams Coercing Memory”
You want cherries jubilee
with a little Krug champagne
but soft custard is just the same
when reality plays its game
by the spoonful
morphine comes
to save the day
the light changes
subtle refractions
of dreams coercing
memory
long elegant fingers
poised painted apricots
those false '70s fingernails
tremendous talons
for Tchaikovsky takeoff
gracefully shimmering
glamorously sparkling
eyes smiling, clicking keys
without fear, the notes become
a romantic Chopin mystery
pianola peddles
next to her laughs
and says with glee,
a good exercise
back then, we didn't
have the time, says
the matriarch smiling
just like a mother
come to collect
on the other side
her sister, hand on shoulders
sits next to her
a Nightingale Linnet
the number
at pianola
3
one number
most
profound
one number
devine aligned,
most hard to forget
or push aside
kept close
in Love and loved
for all eternity
this one
as 3
should never hide
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
LM/HMM/LJM
17.9.23
mlb, klb, llb
melodic twitters
from a linnet
sunrise
Wildlife 34
A talented musical linnet,
Played tunes on her grandmothers spinet,
But once, at a loss,
She said "Who gives a toss!"
"It's fun playing music, Well i'nnit?"
"The Letter"
"L" is for LOVE and the JOY that follows
"L" is for Learning flies high like a Swallow
"L" is for LIFE Lionheart all the rises and hollows
"G" is for DAUGHTER, hearts 2 as 1, flying free on the 'morrow
"L" is for Loquaciousness bees buzzing mouthfuls of honey
"L" is for Listen there is more to Life than mere money
"L" is for Linnet bird singing on the highest branch next to God
"O" is for ONE, "I Am", forever in your blood
"G" is for GLORY there is TRUTH to be seen
"O" is for FREEDOM Little Bird, 2 Royal Queens free, follow their dreams
(Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)
gvlm
klb, mlb
Aerial/ Kate Bush
https://youtu.be/8UBzZKzu8Wg
Meaning of the name Lynette:
Linnet : A mainly brown and gray finch with a reddish breast and forehead.
In Anglo-Saxon the meaning of the name Lynette is: Bird.
In Celtic the meaning of the name Lynette is: Grace.
In Arthurian Legend the meaning of the name Lynette is:
Sister of Lyonors. In Arthurian legend Lynette accompanied Sir Gareth on a knightly quest.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lynette_and_Lyonesse
House of mirrors, movement all around, with these long halls casting shadows on the
floor. Burning lanterns flicker and whisper an unknown language. Doors leading down
abandoned staircases, coated with dust ans inhabited by spiders. The creaking and
snapping of the walls leaning in, echoes all around. Little child's footprints alongside
claw marks in the dust, where mine soon join them. Me, myself and I. all together in one
place. Together... yet separate. We come here when things change, (as all things do)...
when one door closes and we must find a new path to follow. Me, myself and I, in three
forms, in one mind. The child called "me" asks "why?", she sings of the linnet birds
freedom and says rules are just to set us back. Myself, being who i am today, laughs for
no reason, and stares at the clouds for answers. and "I", the wolf in me, sits on its
throne of bones, with bright, calm eyes shining with unspoken wisdom.
Sir – dearest Vicar,
You also came to sing?
Of course, after the third crow
Of our life-void cock
We had gathered like song-throated weavers
Highly assorted souls rallied
To sing his high-pitched liberty
– It was like Earth’s freedom! –
You also came for the rally?
Sir – darest Vicar,
You came robed in red & black
Was it intent to harp a requiem?
You came to dent the mood of the rally
As if old Mandela could be dead
On our outing day of his young freedom?
You came like a double-singing linnet
(Sir, a curious lad heard it told!)
To harp a dirge on our liberty –
Sir – darest Vicar,
Lads & lasses, babes & greys heard it
Each sighing beast clearly noticed
The counter-point in the smooth voice –
(So soft, so serene, so sacred in sound!)
You also came to the curious of the clan
A sombre linnet lyring your semi-liberty?
Soon were lads & lasses fed-up –
When would the linnet lyre in songs again?
Darest Vicar,
Hearers were surprised to hear:
“I am glad to address this rally” –
Would our Cape-bred peacock consent
To perch on these foiled hill-top trees?
Darest V.C.,
It was this faked feast
That held our souls surfeit
That held our eyes in a toad-like
Astonishment – our eyes stood still
Within that solemness of the hour;
Oh, darest V.C.,
The entire world stood still like us
Under the suddenness of placards
Under the suddenness of songs –
Was it for the demise of the ancient linnet
That new songs were hummed in campus liberty?
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