Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Robins

Every year, robins nest at the side of my house,
They keep the world on its axis. They raise babies. That's it. That's enough.
This year, they began,
but were fooled by a warm February.
Now it is May and there were never any babies.
Something went wrong, though there's a heartbeat inside the wood.

Non-robins that never were
fly out and erase what is. Worms survive, but who cares?
Spring is here, with all its renewal, but it isn't right, the world has tilted.
Next year, will the robins try again?
Or will non-robins nest and create negation?

Wait and see.
By this time next year, I'll either be right here
or gone, under ground, in the teeming roil of things that are, are not, and never should be.
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For Bjorn's prompt at Toads. His treatise on physics was just blah-blah to my poor brain, so i wrote about a thing that expresses itself dually, and I hope that is enough.

11 comments:

  1. That ghost heartbeat of a non robin in the woods may be a canary.

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  2. It feels elegaic for more than the robins or you

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  3. Non-robins that never were
    fly out and erase what is.

    Wow, Shay! These two lines alone have filled my day.

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  4. This is incredibly stunning, Shay ❤️

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  5. Have to agree with Kerry and Rosemary, and I also especially like the finish, with its turning wheel of seasons and emotions.

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  6. wait and see...i might be back in the ground. sobering

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  7. shifting of things around, a shift in nature...beautiful...and may that heartbeat inside the wood change into real energy to bring in changes...!

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  8. Oh that dualism of the non-robins is so well captured... actually also ties to the consequence of superposition of existence and non-existence as expressed in the gedanken experiment of Schrödinger's cat....

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  9. no, they shouldn't.

    there will be a lot of non-robins underground ~

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  10. Sad. Made me think of the hummingbirds that nest outside my back door every spring. Nice poem. It made me teary.

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