Mining the Bright Birds

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I strain towards the future
My eyes focusing 
on the far away
past the empty, quiet gray,
like looking for a hummingbird
in the snow.

I squint to see the fine
twig lines
across the white,
over the green,
in front of the sleeping brown
and spy her there,
a gemstone
stately in her stance
among the branches.

It is no effort, really,
this finding my way
through my days,
if I but gentle my 
busy self,
settle and sit
sip and settle
and welcome the daytime darkness
while mining the bright birds.
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Comments

  1. a walk in the woods is nice comfort...finding our way through the day is much easier when we look for the beauty in the world...and take our time...

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  2. The imagery is lovely. Your poem reminds me of a writer's journey, typing, singing like a bird, and searching for inspiration from all things possible.

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  3. I love that last verse especially... so quietly profound and lovely.

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  4. "daytime darkness......" The finesse is magical in your description... Mining colorful birds from within their gray and dismal scene...... what a lovely picture my mind developed before I even looked at your photo. Good writing...

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  5. I love the walk you take us through.. a walk through daytime darkness.. very nice juxtapositions --- there is some melancholy--- but the acceptance/joy seems to be winning...

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  6. Even in the darkness, there are bright bits of beauty if we but slow down and look

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  7. Very nice...I just like how this one feels. Great to see you Jody :)

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