Bloody Birds - Monday Morning Poetry
Let's think about nature and how it and its inhabitants are all around us. You might even have forgotten that you are one of them.
I hope everyone has an excellent start to the week. Take your time and pay attention to nature and how it makes you feel. There are many wonderful characters, some of their birds, some of the people, and don't forget the squirrels.
Withdrawn
Strolling through the lull alpine, Porcelain thoughts in charcoal night, Full with peace and lush divine, — Starlight hushes me. Birds are racing in the meadows, Stirred up by my stomping feet, Dark and light split by the shadows, This loneliness, my strain released. On nights like these, I’m Orion, Taurus threatens me with dawn.
Robins
Bloody birds, Snow-covered trees, You angle your head. My crumbs. “Bloody, do it!” I throw them.
If you want to read a bit more, you can read my comments on the changing year with a poem about an important friend in my life:
December, Death and a Poem
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Death is a topic we move as far away from us as possible. People die in hospitals, nursing homes - or simply alone. High rents push old people out of the cities making even the notion of an end more and more distant. It’s easy to life in a young world, with young people and no back pain to fear.