Remembering — A Poem

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“Remembering” — C.Birde, 10/19

 

Each moment

each hour

each day,

a new layer –

like leaves

in autumn,

snow

in winter;

a collection

of transparent

memories

grown

owned

imposed

stitched into

rootless

kaleidoscopic

clothes and

draped –

oh so gently –

over our

remembering,

forgetting

bones.

 

— C.Birde, 10/19

 

Avian Noir — A Dream

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“Avian Noir” — C.Birde, 10/19

 

Yes.

Yes, I saw.

I witnessed

the whole sordid affair.

Long hours

he must have waited

there with all the patience

of saints and thieves,

and when, at last,

identified his mark,

he burst from crisp green

turning shadow

forward,

toward her

and –

with the clever curve

of yellow blades and

piercing efficiency –

gripped her about

the throat,

cradled her —

almost tenderly —

within his grasp, and

swept her

up

across the street.

The gathered crowd –

those self-appointed

constabularies,

feathered blue and

white and black –

screamed alarm

Too late

too late!

(Ask them why

they hesitated!)

Gone.

She was gone.

Carried off

aloft.

Her dove-gray

breast pierced through,

her head –

unsupported –

lolling from

her slender neck.

Yes, I saw.

I saw it

all.

 

— C.Birde, 10/19

Passions — A Dream

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“Anger” — C.Birde, 10/19

 

“Where

has anger led?”

Her query

was demand.

“That shimmering

red-veil firestorm

kindled and fed

the flux and

transmission

of broken light,

the fiery collision

of past

present

future,

devouring and

insatiable.”

Flushed,

she paused

for breath.

“I will wear grief

instead,”

she began again,

“Those blunt

bruised shades

of blue-gray

melancholy…

I will wear grief,”

she affirmed.

In the mirror,

our eyes met.

“until our

collective heart

is restored

and polished,

and its calloused

ache – at last –

is shed.”

 

 

— C.Birde, 8/30/19

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“Grief” — C.Birde, 10/19

 

 

 

 

Attend — A Poem

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“Forest Fable” — C.Birde, 10/19

 

Sweet-toasted

leaf-fall.

Crackle and

crunch.

Seduction

of trees’ collective

undress.

Observe

and pivot

beneath songbirds’

departure

over

under

through

Mark

the warp and weft

of praiseful wind

and heed

the crickets’ last call

and response.

Reign

of Autumn

scattered

shelled

hoarded

Attend.

Attend.

 

— C.Birde, 10/19

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“Hickory Nuts” — C.Birde, 10/19