Windblown notes

Mésange nonnette Poecile palustris Marsh Tit

Western winds roll in like clumsy children
Bumping into each other in raucous laughter.
Flaying and snapping branches
Gales sweep chairs and scatter debris.

Sand devils rise and collapse on the beach.
Grounded gulls face the water.
The Med awaits the sun
Still behind an opalescent haze.

Small grey tits venture out.
Connect branches in swift flutters
Moving dots and dashes, morse in flight,
With uncertain stutters.

“Please shine!” sings a bird somewhere
“Warm my feathers,
Help me woo a little soul with trills
Clear to the mountain top.

My notes fall flat when you hide
Winds tear them from the sky
They run away to dust in silence
And die in dry gutters.

I do not soar and glide
I am no eagle a wonder to your delight
I am tiny wings of shady hues
Dodging pigeons and magpies.

I do not nest above the fog
Or touch clouds as they float by.
I hide in the foliage of mimosas
Fleet and forage close to the grass.

But show me that you see me.
Hold me so the note in my heart
the sound in my throat
in a pure
round
iridescent
luminous
bubble
sings
floats
drifts
fills the air
the sea
the world
with smiles.”

bubble-4

credits:
http://www.dreamatico.com/data_images/bubble/bubble-4.jpg
http://didier.oiseaux.net/images/mesange.nonnette

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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17 Responses to Windblown notes

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  3. Randstein says:

    Very timely Em as spring storms challenge our alarms at daybreak. I wake each morning to the chorus outside and it does bring that smile. I enjoyed the little bird imploring the sun to shine and the wind to calm.

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  4. PapaBear says:

    Well, my little chickadee, ’tis a ray of sun I’d send to ye, as you rest and dream beside the sea. Have a beautiful day, Emm. 🙂

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  5. arjaybe says:

    I never thought of a songbird’s voice being carried away by the wind before. That’s a big window into their little world. Thank you.

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  6. themodernidiot says:

    oh yeah, and that poem thing…
    very cool: from the imagery at the beginning, to the rhyme you sneak in, to the fast-pacing of the list like the bird in flight. You’re a master, dude.

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  7. themodernidiot says:

    “There’s a tit in my mimosa.” Hmm, that really is funny no matter how you say it.

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