Rebekah, I love how there is almost always a bird in your poem, especially when they're at the end and I almost expect not to find one.
I wrote a poem the other day about birds, and I couldn't help thinking of you.
I can definitely see a full-length poetry collection in your future where every poem includes at least one bird!
I'm honored whenever birds make people think of me! ;)
Feel like sharing your bird poem? I'd love to read it!
I have uncovered a hunger
for birds, a gnawing ache
only satisfied by a sighting
.
of the robin hiding in the pine
and the delicate sparrows
with their song, the yellow flash
of finches alighting on the feeder
and crows collecting on the line,
the chickadees nesting between
branches I can see from inside
and the impossible hummingbird
hovering near and disappearing,
or the wrens I've yet to see
but have heard --
I am filled,
bird by bird,
but the hunger will return.
Colorful and beautiful, A.
Oh, I love this! It's all of the birds at once! Needless to say, I can relate deeply with this hunger. It begins again every day. Thank you for sharing, A!
You are an amazing poet, A. тАЬ I am filled, bird by bird, but the hunger will return.тАЭ
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Rebekah, I love how there is almost always a bird in your poem, especially when they're at the end and I almost expect not to find one.
I wrote a poem the other day about birds, and I couldn't help thinking of you.
I can definitely see a full-length poetry collection in your future where every poem includes at least one bird!
I'm honored whenever birds make people think of me! ;)
Feel like sharing your bird poem? I'd love to read it!
I have uncovered a hunger
for birds, a gnawing ache
only satisfied by a sighting
.
of the robin hiding in the pine
and the delicate sparrows
with their song, the yellow flash
of finches alighting on the feeder
and crows collecting on the line,
the chickadees nesting between
branches I can see from inside
and the impossible hummingbird
hovering near and disappearing,
or the wrens I've yet to see
but have heard --
.
I am filled,
bird by bird,
but the hunger will return.
Colorful and beautiful, A.
Oh, I love this! It's all of the birds at once! Needless to say, I can relate deeply with this hunger. It begins again every day. Thank you for sharing, A!
You are an amazing poet, A. тАЬ I am filled, bird by bird, but the hunger will return.тАЭ