more birds

after adrian s

The morning wakes without rain,
a shimmer of green
appearing from the silhouettes
of the trees scattered between
buildings.  Silence floats
off the glossy reflections
of the windows
holding the rising sun.

I look for Crow flashing
black feathers as he calls
from somewhere I can’t see.
His voice bounces off
the brick and I imagine
he raises his sharp beak,
laughing as he follows
my eyes searching  for the sound.

I have not asked him to speak–
he does not wait for invitations—
I do not for an instant believe
he is without purpose here
on this clear morning calling me
as usual to attention.  Do you
pretend you know me?

he asks, and what can I reply?

How can you ever pretend
to know another when
you cannot even see who
this person is that you carry
with you all the time?
Who is this being that you call
yourself?  What
is their true name?

Another piece of art inspired by Nina–her joyful birds, above.  For the poem, I used a prompt posted awhile ago by Miz Quickly, in which you take lines from a poem and write them every few lines on a piece of paper and fill in the spaces between with your own words.

after adrian close up s

As Jane told me recently, it’s hard to find a poem of mine that doesn’t talk about birds.  I used lines from an Adrian C. Louis poem “Magpie in Margaritaville”, which I found in the wonderful Tupelo Press book “Native Voices”.  I couldn’t find a link to the poem online, but you can read about the poet, a member of the Paiute Tribe, here.

Also linking to earthweal, open link weekend.

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22 responses to “more birds”

  1. merrildsmith says :

    Crow always seems to appear with much to say. Sometimes I’ve wondered if the ones I see are the same ones talking to me.

    I like the image of the windows holding the rising sun. Your art has a stained glass feel to me.

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  2. Frank Hubeny says :

    I like the crow’s question: “Do you
    pretend you know me?”

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  3. Sherry Marr says :

    I love the birds in your poems………and the question in your closing stanza.

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  4. memadtwo says :

    I am very honored when you do this. I wish I could write poetry. I get snippets in my head and then they leave. Posting some new rocks tomorrow. N.

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    • memadtwo says :

      Thanks Nina. I like that you always use such beautiful colors in your work…its very inspirational. Keep writing your snippets down and they will grow. And keep the work coming! K.

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  5. Sun Hesper Jansen says :

    Poems, to me, ARE birds. Few things can arrest a moment, and take you both out of and into yourself than the sight, and sound, of another life alighting for just an instant, and taking wing.

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  6. Jane Dougherty says :

    Your crow poem has a distinctly Native American feel to it. Birds as souls. If we don’t recognise our own souls and what they are telling us, we are never going to understand the world around us.

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  7. D. Wallace Peach says :

    I love where this poem goes (and where it came from). Lovely, Kerfe. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Carol A. More says :

    Ooooohhhh…those green wings are surreal and so lovely!

    Liked by 1 person

  9. rivrvlogr says :

    Love these lines:

    “laughing as he follows
    my eyes searching for the sound”

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