Heavy clouds sweep in from the south
in wretched tattered formation;
The sun skims their curly heads
With soft pink touches.
Way above, vapor trails crisscross the sky
And below, birds tweet and fleet about
Looking my way from time to time.
Can they hear my heartbeat
Thumping arhythmically?
Are there sound ripples crashing into trees
And scattering in the morning light?
Do sparrows feel the ridges
Of the unspoken escape
In frosted white sighs?
Syncopated hypnotic calls
of two warblers smooth
The sharp edges of a tear.
unbuttoned or undone 
I’ve heard that owls can hear a mouse’s heartbeat. Wouldn’t it be something if a sparrow could hear ours?
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If they do, it may start a whole new dialog don’t you think?
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Certainly.
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I can see it now: me, coffee, and breadcrumbs, working on my heartbeat on one side of the breakfast table, and sparrows on the other, reading the data, trying to figure out if I’ll let them on the table… Reason to smile 1113!
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You could start a whole new branch of yoga. Talk to Birds with Your Heart Yoga. You don’t even need a mat. Just a table with a coffee pot.-)
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Mulling it over. Weighing the possibilities… 😉
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A magical meld of nature and human emotions, such as you alone can create.
Magnifique.
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Merci cher elephant tu es tres gentil.
Magic is all around here, especially in the garden looking at the sky, the mountain, and from a certain angle, scoping the Med in the distance. Hugs and smiles
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Warblers! I like the warbler in William Luce’s play, The Belle of Amherst, protesting after being asked why does he bother singing?
My business is to sing.
My business is to sing!
What difference does it make if no one listens?
Perhaps you laugh at me?
Perhaps the whole United States are laughing at Me,
I can’t stop for that!
Just to be made alive is so chief a thing!
The mere sense of living is joy enough.
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The mere sense of living is joy enough… A sprite said something like that not long ago. I wonder if she saw the play?
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I’d imagine sprites would hate plays. Adult plays, at least. Pantomimes, however…
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Of course, you are right! Pantomimes and slapstick I think. And Cirque du soleil type stuff with bubbles and sparkles…
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There’s a detectable and unambiguous aural quality throughout this piece but it reaches an auricular zenith in your magnificent closing line. Splendid work Emmy; my compliments.
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Thank you Mike, you are very kind. I am glad you enjoyed it and heard all that I wanted to convey.
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The sprites have put a dose of sweetness in your morning tea, Emm, and it’s spilling out in these words all over your page here. Wonderful !
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Thank you Paul, you are very sweet. I am glad you liked it.
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simply magnificent… ❤ you've reminded me of Norah Jones: 🙂
https://myvirtualplayground.wordpress.com/2014/05/08/atlantic-sunrise-from-my-balcony/
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I am glad you liked it. Norah Jones, hmmm? The moody, melancholy tone may be ?
Thank you.
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