Imagine the branches filled with ink, writing letters in the wind, with every bird arriving or leaving. What a wonderful escape into the sense of sound. Thank you. Please have a nice start into the weekend.
p.s.: will have to wait until Sept.10th to receive the book from Germany...a long story as well...yet am sure it's worth the wait, thanking you a million !
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Beautifully observed.
Hi Laura, thanks for that! :-)
Now that's what I call birdsong!
P.S. Am intrigued by your work predicament... sounds like prohibition Chicago! Would love to hear the details...!
this is lovely.
except the word verification is rapping - hope the sparrows weren't rapping, that wouldn't be nearly so sweet.
The title is so clever coupled with the beautiful photo. The birds do indeed look like musical notes scattered along the treetop.
High atop a mighty tree,
A little birdy sat.
Underneath the tree sat me,
The victim of a SPLAT.
Imagine the branches filled with ink, writing letters in the wind, with every bird arriving or leaving. What a wonderful escape into the sense of sound. Thank you.
Please have a nice start into the weekend.
daily athens
p.s.: will have to wait until Sept.10th to receive the book from Germany...a long story as well...yet am sure it's worth the wait, thanking you a million !
Beautifully observed and translated. Sight, sound, poetry. The bird accents in the branches silhouetted against the sky are lovely notes, indeed.
Steve - I'll get you the dirt tomorrow...more may happen you see!
Violet- thanks, I don't think they were rapping but they were certainly happy about something!
Stick up-thank you very much!
Joey - hello and welcome to my little blog! Great poem, hope it was made up?!! (and you're not sittin' there covered in goo)
Robert- nice to see you here today, enjoy the book when you get to it.
Louciao-aw shucks, thanks sis. It was a grey day, I waited with thebirds for the blue sky to no avail. Not even hail.
I had my car washed nice and neat
For someone that I had to meet
For lunch; I parked and went to eat
And that's when it occurred.
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I should have been much more discreet
And not parked on Sesame Street
My car was covered up; complete
With crap from a Big Bird.
Atlas- great to see you here! and I love that poem, was the goo yellow too??? :-)
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