Saturday, August 1, 2009

The Bird



A bird I know not
and have never heard before
so near yet far away
with mournful cry
he fills the air
with his sad voice
yet find him I can not.

He haunts my sleep
disturbs my dreams
awakens feelings
of things lost
and just beyond recall
or hoped for and forgot
pulling at heartstrings
with melodies of wordless longing


24 comments:

  1. Your poem makes me wonder what bird you are thinking of. But that is just it, isn't it? It makes the reader think of his own? Me, I think of the Hermit Thrush.

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  2. I hope you find him so you can get some rest.

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  3. I like the poem and the mood that is evokes - the photos are absolutely beautiful!

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  4. Did you read "To Kill a Mockingbird"? That's another bird with a symbolic meaning. There are birds in Australia which make very strange sounds. Beautiful poem, Arija!!

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  5. A beautiful poem yet so sad.

    I'm sure his song would sound chirpier if you could see the singer. Lets hope he reveals himself!

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  6. I always enjoy your photography and poetry.

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    I'll catch up with all of the news, posts and poetry..

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  7. A very lovely and touching poem, I hope you will find him or hear him sing! Have a great weekend, Arija.

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  8. That bird visits my place, too. He sits on a craggy branch and sings in the morning hours.

    Your words and poetry are exquisite.

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  9. Beautiful poem.. I spent months trying to get a glimps of a bird that was singing in the field behind my back garden... It turned out to be a Wood Warbler... I did not expect that at all..

    Tom

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  10. Haunting and beautiful, Arija. Love it.

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  11. Beautiful captures to match the beautiful poem.

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  12. Beautiful, winsome words Arija.

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  13. Brillian Photography, Arija. I love the mood the poem evokes - it makes me think of the Grey-headed shrike, also known as the Ghost bird here in South Africa. It's call is haunting, a repetitive and drawn-out whistle: whooooooooooooo. Please let us know if you spot your elusive bird. (((Hugs))) Jo

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  14. Like mick, I love the poem and the mood the words evoke and your photos, they're gorgeous as always!

    Have a lovely day!

    Sylvia

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  15. Oh wow... these words read of distress and I hope all goes well in finding what is lost...

    Hugs

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  16. Beautiful photos and beautiful poems.

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  17. Very melancholy and haunting. A poem that questions and searches.

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  18. Nice Poems! You have quite and interesting articles.pretty flowers and views makes me feel comfortable and relaxed. take care! god bless you and your family!!!

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  19. Lovely scenery and the poem is nice. Have a nice Sunday.

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  20. Who is this bird that haunts you so? I think I'd really like to know.

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  21. Thank you dear friend.

    Love Renee xoxo

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  22. What a sad longing Arija. You must have missed your nativeland.

    Would like you to know how truly delighted I am to find your "garden delights" that lives up to its name.

    Will you do me an honour? Please?

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  23. The birds of longing often find the most unusual timing to awaken us don't they :)

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