The bird in the tree
Is speaking to me.
I can somehow comprehend.
She talks of feeling small
in such a grand earth.
The impossible dreams
she would scheme
trembling inside her –
wanting to flood out
yet somehow suppressed.
Don’t let those dreams falter,
she continues advising.
Her tiny beak opening and closing.
They’ll crack and tear
at your soul –
hemorrhaging.
Listen to the whispering.
Only then will you
hear the wind calling.
Only then will you
find your wings
and soar to Mons Agnes –
where you’ll see how small
the world really is.
* Mons Agnes is a mountain on the
Moon, in Lacus Felicitatis (“Lake of Happiness”). Wikipedia
Photograph by FlyTrapMan (Click here to visit and follow his blog). ❤
A lot going on here…and I always like a good bird story. I also like flipping the perspective on how small the earth and all your fears and worries are from (afar) Mons Agnes.
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You interpreted my poetry so beautifully, dear Graham. Thank you!
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Smart little bird 🙂
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As smart as a crow?
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I would never compare.
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Great piece
Powerful images
Great flow
It’s a keeper
As always Sheldon
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Thank you Sheldon! xo
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As so often, a poem full of symbolism with so much empathy and understanding. Love the bird picture too.
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Thank you very much, Paula.
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A Lunarian titmouse! It’s been speculated that they went extinct during the Late Heavy Bombardment.
Mons Agnes…I don’t recognize that particular name. I’m going to look it up and see if I can observe that lunar feature with my telescope, and then I’ll try to take an image of it (or movie) — assuming my telescope is able to resolve the mountain.
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Darn. Lunarian titmouse birds would’ve been cool to watch!
Let me know if you get a shot of Mons Agnes. That would be a sight to see 🙂
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I’m glad you shared what the bird told you with us. My cats would chomp ’em so they fly off quick haha.
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Thank you very much Josh! Cats love birds. 😀
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INDEED… They try speaking to them but it’s trickery. I saw some slightly iridescent birds today.
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Cats are full of shenanigans. The birds sound lovely and shimmery! Do you have any idea what kind they were?
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A starling! (Had to look them up but sure thats them)
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I absolutely love this poem Rose.
Amazing imagery. ❤️
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I appreciate your words and visit, Alan — more than you know. 🙂
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Beautiful, Rose. 🙂
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Thank you, Cathy! 🙂
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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My favourite bit is:
They’ll crack and tear
at your soul –
hemorrhaging.
Just because something is tiny doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel profound torment and loss. Excellent.
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Well stated, darling B! ❤
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I like the shifts in mood, from Dr Suess [1st 2 lines] to fretful impotence to an ecstatic take on the old adage that “It’s all small stuff!”
Thanks for explicating the songs of titmice. I had only deciphered the songs of several much less visible birds: “Nyah! Nyah! U can’t see me!”
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Such a wonderfully thoughtful post, dear Mel… as well as a silly one! ❤
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Little bird has big dreams. Everything is possible in this small world. Beautiful poem, Rose!
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Aw, thank you Inese! I love your positive attitude. xo
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