Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Magpie

I was born in this tree,
and the sun and stars circle 'round it
endlessly.

When I marry, I shall be wearing
a berry train braided by bridesmaids
tirelessly.

To me has been given
this tree, these fruits, this scorn for you,
intruder who dares

approach my bower.
God has given you all the empty air
below--stay there.
_______

17 comments:

  1. Curiosa imagen..muy chula...un saludo desde Murcia...

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  2. If only they would. The words seem to swirl here with a sense of joy in flight, and the image is perfectly in tune, full of colors and beauty--the poem keeps that, and adds freedom and defiance.

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  3. And still the intruders come... !! Nicely done!!

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  4. Birds. Trees. Berries. Flight. Freedom. Pleasure. .....is what I feel.

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  5. Ah! This is such a memorable piece. Dazzling and beautiful as that pair of birds.

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  6. This is really unique, Shay. The word choices are so unexpected and cool.

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  7. I love the second stanza especially... then alas the intruder comes and rips it apart

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  8. Nope, I ain't staying down there. You make up there sound so beautiful. (FYI - I listened to/marveled at Laura Nyro over the weekend and thought of you.)

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  9. For me, there is a tenderness in this write--as strong as it is--beautifully done!

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  10. Stay there!
    A wonderful meditation on roots (pun intended)




    ALOHA
    ComfortSpiral

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  11. I so know the feeling - "intruder who dares approach my bower". I love "stay there." Love the berry train braided by bridesmaids.

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  12. So much to love..defiant, freedom, owning one's space

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  13. Yeah, I like that clear directive, but will it be heeded?

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  14. Love that and how I would like to say that to some people sometime!

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  15. A lovely piece and a lovely image...of the bride with berry braid!

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  16. I really love the power of the final verse. The picture is perfect, too. I kept scrolling up to study it.

    Pat
    Critter Alley

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  17. The photo and the poem are perfectly paired in their flight. (And I saw on Pat's blog that you're retiring in less than 2 years. How many poems will you produce every day once you're retired?)

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Spirit, what do you wish to tell us?