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


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24 comments:

  1. AnonymousAugust 1, 2009 at 3:20 AM

    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. KBAugust 1, 2009 at 3:22 AM

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

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  3. mickAugust 1, 2009 at 3:23 AM

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

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  4. Reader WilAugust 1, 2009 at 5:11 AM

    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. JasmineAugust 1, 2009 at 5:29 AM

    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. Texas TravelersAugust 1, 2009 at 8:17 AM

    I always enjoy your photography and poetry.

    Troy and Martha

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    Troy and Martha

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

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  7. EbieAugust 1, 2009 at 8:48 AM

    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. Beth NiquetteAugust 1, 2009 at 8:52 AM

    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. TomAugust 1, 2009 at 9:20 AM

    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. Tess KincaidAugust 1, 2009 at 9:23 AM

    Haunting and beautiful, Arija. Love it.

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  11. lazyclickAugust 1, 2009 at 10:19 AM

    Beautiful captures to match the beautiful poem.

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  12. CelesteAugust 1, 2009 at 11:01 AM

    Beautiful, winsome words Arija.

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  13. JoAugust 1, 2009 at 12:27 PM

    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. Sylvia KAugust 1, 2009 at 1:53 PM

    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. MicheleAugust 1, 2009 at 3:42 PM

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

    Hugs

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  16. HelgeAugust 1, 2009 at 4:47 PM

    Beautiful photos and beautiful poems.

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  17. BarbAugust 1, 2009 at 6:29 PM

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

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  18. 09lowprofile09@gmail.comAugust 1, 2009 at 9:34 PM

    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. alicesgAugust 1, 2009 at 9:47 PM

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

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  20. GaelynAugust 1, 2009 at 11:04 PM

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

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  21. AnonymousAugust 1, 2009 at 11:56 PM

    Beautiful photo & the words!

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  22. ReneeAugust 2, 2009 at 5:50 AM

    Thank you dear friend.

    Love Renee xoxo

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  23. IndayAugust 2, 2009 at 6:15 AM

    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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  24. AnonymousAugust 9, 2009 at 9:11 PM

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

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