To the Brilliance of Birds

Thats a jolly nice poem there. Thanks

Andrew

Hi Cirrus

Thankyou for sharing such a wonderful poem with us

Kind regards Kimbo

Thanks Cirrus - sentiments I believe we all share, beautifully expressed:-)

Kezsmum

Golly, I thought my poem would remain unnoticed !!

Thank you Kimbo,  Andrewa,  and Kezsmum and H

 

Very nice,

 

h

-- Only just found it, Cirrus!  Well done.  Its how we feel when we are enjoying the sight of our favourite birds.

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To the Brilliance of Birds

 

The dawn came up like thunder  

Sun beams smote like velvet voile

A chorus of calls and noise of motion 

Wings beating and flocks soaring

Up and up in the chill of the morn

Greeting the world and one another

Announcing a new day to one and all

Left behind, looking up, I smiled

But a tear dimmed my vision

Just briefly for joy, and a wonder

Of nature settled upon me

Of birds in their beauty of soft

Feathered attire and their bright

Eyes glinting in the sunlight

 

 

I love the peaceful words and images given through poetry.

Thanks Cirrus for sharing such a beautiful poem.

I wonder in reply may I share one with you.

A Birds Story

Side by side as good and evil collide

She is the owl of sunlight

He is a rogue displaying black plumage

Spreading their wings of timeless wisdom

 

Opaque eyes his chirp a sinister omen

Feared for centuries this messenger

of doom. Perched upon myths

of legend, he tries to rid himself of this dismal

moniker. Jealous of the doves’ attention he flies

though eerie skies of crimson dawn, searching

abandoned souls for recognition.

 

Gliding, soaring and believing

The simple blessings every

Living and breathing being

Shares

 

Her presence is to remind

Ignite fires of innocence

All inherited but lost in pain

 

She satisfies a hunger far beyond

The mental and physical desires

She provides a spiritual thirst to feed our divine will

From a well that cannot measure or run low

A determined will that knows

No spectrum of darkness or burning light

 

Caw, caw; his rallying cry pierces the night

I am so much more, for I to have a luminous side

I feel as the dove feels peaceful meandering yet

Still reviled. Let her and I fly simultaneously amongst

The living and the dead.

 

A transparent and recognizable glare

By just one glance through the windows

Of each soul

The window that gazes and searches

For bliss

An eternal connection to the brilliance

Sparking purpose from the miracle

Of five senses aligning and capturing life

No longer scattered

The message is carried even through moonlight

Their wings bless every sky

 

 

Crow and Dove

Justice reigns and call

Glory

Glory

Glory 

Without an end

That's a lot of food for thought , Mitch - thanks for that.  I like the part about  "The simple blessings every living & breathing being shares",  and the "perched upon myths of legend".   I always think its a shame that most b. of prey are much maligned and have a sinister label, as if its their fault that they have evolved in that way.