Bird Talk
A wee bird on rock-peak above quick rolling
bubble-veined stream began speaking to me.
Not by known language he piped sweet notes
voicing among leafy hides rang potent clarity.
With need to transcribe I leaned forward into
his mind and caught the right frame of tone.
No words could describe the cadence through
trilling his secret transference became known.
With symphonic report on gratitude for water
refreshment he sang even when slaking thirst.
A bird bridged understanding by choral report
as in abundance of contact he fearlessly burst.
I learned the awe needed as bird-talk that day
from a dipper on coexistance my spirit amazed.
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Fay Slimm. (
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You talking with the birds there Fay? Glad it's them singing, and not me! People think it's two cats fighting! heehee.
The birds don't seem to care whether we humans can sing Orchi - they just open their beaks and trill for sheer pleasure.
Thanks FAY ~ I wouls classify this as a 4 4 4 2 Blank Verse Sonnet ~ wich is a very appropriate structure for the Subject. Thanks for posting such an inspiring Poem 'n Pic. It has mellowed my day. Im on duty as Greeter (11:30 am) for the Pensioners Lunch (£5 for three Haute Cuisine Courses) in the College Training Restaurant today ! No teaching this morning ~ AMEN
Blessings & Love ~
BRIAN & ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
So glad you enjoyed the bird-song through my efforts at blank verse dear Brian....... hope your Greeter day went well for you. Thanks so much for dropping by my page and for the comment.
Beautiful Fay and in any language...
would you believe it I saw a dipper this morning, as I often do hopping along the river Parrett which runs near the bottom of my garden... yesterday, I saw a kingfisher in almost the same spot.... x
Ah - what a thrill to watch a dipper at his watery business and wow to then see a kingfisher in all his colourful glory - - will have to visit your neck of the woods one of these fine days Nev - for we hardly ever see kingfishers here -I love any bird-speak and could stand about all day just to see what I can learn. - Thanks for your interesting in-put again. x Fay
I sincerely hope one day you will wind your way here dear Fay ... I have always loved our feathered friends.. and despite our very rural locality here in the south west.. we had a greater number of species visit when we lived in rural middle England... in Bulgaria tho... now that is a different kettle of fish altogether x
YES - snap on that point - the Cotswolds where I lived had an abundance but my locality now in the extreme south west has different attractions - for instance we get in the nearby marshes of Marazion the mass of migratory starlings and what a show at sunset to see them bed down after flying in swirls and - - oh forgotten the term for it - comm-something - -- but we have woods where the jay can follow your tracks and keep peeping at you from his higher perspective - what colours he has.......... would like to know more about bird-life in Bulgaria - - are there no birds out there Nev.... x
How strange.. and of course interesting... maybe we are too extreme .. a murmeration of starlings is one of those things one has to see at least once in a lifetime.. a magnificent sight and certainly one I would pin adjacent to that of seeing the Tag Mahal ... but then I am a hopeless romantic....
Bulgaria... my second home has the greatest number of bird species anywhere in the world.. and should be googled before congratulating me on this peculiar fact... Jays are of course spectacular but sadly consigned to the same category as crows... in effect as vermin.... what a strange world we live in .....come to Bulgaria .... N
Good morrow my friend -as tis now - though early I do confess - - - ah - Bulgaria then for me with its massive number of bird species - am packing my bags as I speak and shall google the treat before I board the plane - in my dreams - - -- - - fancy Jays being considered a pest over there - - wow - - and Yes - MURMERATION was the term I sleepily last evening could not remember - - thank you..........hopeless romantics like me hasten to see their magic behaviour. Have written about it and will look it out. x Fay
Good morning Fay.. yes am off to Bulgaria on Wednesday... x
Oh - - and you shall be missed I assure................ how long to be gone for - may I ask ?
forgot - - - there is of course internet over there and maybe we shall get poems of Bulgarian adventures - with feathered birds - - eh - - -- safe journey on Wednesday Nev....... x Fay
thank you Fay.. we shall see x
Amazing wild life story from you again. I wonder just what these little beauties have in their mind when they seem to communicate with us. For all we know they're telling us to bugger off... or maybe "come any closer and i'll fly away".... or "join in, have a drink, there's more than enough for us both".... What did you imagine was being said?
Ha ha - well I know a blackbird who lives in our park and he shouts at me every time I pass his tree - I know he is telling me off just for being there........... the dipper was just showing off and saying - - "just watch me and learn how to balance on any wet pebble " - at least that's what he appeared to be singing about...........I love your sense of humour my friend - thanks ever so for dropping by to read and then comment.
Brilliantly described. I have just returned from my studio and I saw a blackbird under the bay - as I got near he hopped up onto a branch about level with my face and just sat there as I walked past - although I am sure he would flown at the first movement of my arm I could have reached him easily - he just sat there as I walked past softly talking to him. There was just something quite magical about it as there is about your poem..
Yes Micheal - here too the blackbirds are getting quite cheeky and one tell me off when I get near his tree but I adore their rich singing when nesting begins........... magical is the word my friend.
We are in the midst of Snowstorms here. I'll be lucky to see a Penguin, maybe. Just kidding. Come spring and summer our backyard (garden) is host to lots of feathered friends. We watch and try to identify them. Some sing, others squawk. It can get very loud at times. Oh well, enjoyed your descriptions of your encounter. Nicely done. - Phil A.
Ah - your wry comment on penguins gave me a smile Phil - -- I can imagine the number of feathered flyers you get in the warmer seasons out there - -- so much to see eh as nature covers the world in her wisdom............. thanks my friend for interesting comment and hope those snowstorms will ease soon for you.
Thanks Outback for saving the poem in your favourite list. So pleased you enjoyed the read.
Dippers are amazing birds to look at as are your words Fay.
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