The more I stood and listened, the more I heard.
A zephyr of song became a gale, a storm, a hurricane.
There were no people, just the birds
and their escalating chorale,
filling the space around me,
growing closer, thicker,
pressing me thinner and smaller
until I was no longer standing there
but bodiless, floating, in the warming air
as a thousand feathered chests threw out their primal call
and reclaimed as theirs
the brightening sky,
the waking trees,
the world.
Tonight is Open Link Night at dVerse Poets and Lisa is inviting us to post any poem of our choosing. See the link at: https://dversepoets.com/2021/05/27/dverse-open-link-night-293/
‘Birdsong’ was written a couple of years ago. I was reminded of this poem earlier this week when I was aware of how vocal the birds are in our garden at the moment. When I wrote the poem I had been outside in the early morning when I felt almost physically lifted by the sheer scale of birdsong which surrounded me.
The magic of birdsong, a primal call to our unitive selves. Thanks for the song ~peace, Jason
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Thank you Jason. It is magic 🙂
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Very beautiful!
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Thank you 🙂
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I especially like these lines:
“until I was no longer standing there
but bodiless, floating, in the warming air”
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Thank you 🙂
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First off, I love the image you chose, the bird is singing their heart out. “Zephyr of song” such a wonderful descriptor. There is magic in how you were lost in their song.
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Thank you Lisa. Yes, the little chap looks like he is really going for it 🙂 Captured perfectly how it felt to be surrounded by the chorus of song.
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You’re most welcome 🙂
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Losing one’s self in the sounds of nature is the ultimate relaxation!
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Isn’t it. 🙂
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Beautiful sung tribute. I don’t think I could live without them.
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It would be a sad world.
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That sounds like an amazing moment!
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It was 🙂
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Great poem. I also love that moment in the morning when this happens. I particularly enjoyed the line: A zephyr of song became a gale, a storm, a hurricane.
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Thank you so much for your comments 🙂
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Love the thought of birds levitating people with song.
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It’s amazing how loud the birds are at the moment… spring and early summer is very loud indeed.
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I always think how remarkable it is that such tiny things can make so much sound 🙂
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Well written Marion! I celebrate the veracity and power of your words. May you continue always sharing only your authentic self — that alone makes you genuine, meaningful to read, and of worth to be heard! Síocháin!
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If only I had lots of moments like that one. Thank you for your kind comments.
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