About Carrie Birde

One of my favorite quotes is Tolkien's "Not all who wander are lost." I suppose I am a wanderer. I wander throughout my environs, watching the Seasons work their magic on the landscape. I wander in my own nocturnal dreamscapes, so distinctly detailed they challenge their status. And I wander through the written word, enjoying the sinuous twists and turns of narration. I am not lost. I find myself daily in birdsong, leaf bud, apple blossom, and pealing Sycamore. Wander with me.

Opposing Forces — A Pair of Images

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“Route 75 Traffic” — C.Birde, 2/20

 

Traffic bisected

the grassland’s

patchwork

in ceaseless tide.

“Only humans,”

she observed,

“will admire

a thing

to its

utter

unmaking.”

 

— C.Birde, 2/20

 

 

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“Light Shaft (Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary)” — C.Birde, 2/20

 

 

 

 

A River, Hidden — A Poem

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“Course” — C.Birde, 2/20

 

Stop crying –”

O, tears,

disobedient .

“— or I’ll give you

a reason

to cry.

O, reasons,

manifold,

variable,

unpredictable.

Action begets

reaction;

effect follows

cause.

The river –

dammed,

diverted,

disguised.

Feel

the tears’

slow prick

and glide…

Retreat.

Turn away,

turn

aside.

 

 

— C.Birde, 2/20

 

Cipher — A Poem

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“Cipher” — C.Birde, 2/20

 

We rode the air

on dark wings

glittering —

a hundred pair

(Once, we numbered

thousands)

tried,

with each beating

stroke

and the rust

of our throats

(“O, hear us,

O, listen…”)

We skirled

and soughed through

the bone-bare trees

and cried in a voice of

calamity:

“Beware!

Our cipher,

our patterns, heed.

Beware!”

Your heads

never

lifted.

 

— C.Birde, 2/20

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“One” — C.Birde, 2/20