Fay Slimm.

Bridged

 

 

Bridged.

 

A small bird on rock-peaks above quick rolling
bubble-veined streamlet began talking to me.
Not by known language he piped voice- notes
of warbling delight for life's essence so clearly. 

With no way to transcribe I leaned nearer into
his mind and caught the right pitch of his tone.
No poetry could describe the cadence through
    which flew vibes of elucidation made known.         

 

With melodic outpouring of humble respect for
refreshment he sang even when slaking thirst.
A bird bridged understanding by sweet choral 
abundance and fearless give of avian outburst.

 

I sensed needed awe

       as bird-speak that morning           

by a dipper, -  on coexistence,

my hearing adorned.

 

 

 

Comments7

  • orchidee

    Good write Fay.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Thank you my friend.

    • Jerry Reynolds

      Transcendent write, Fay.

      • Fay Slimm.

        Am honoured at that word you use for this poem dear Jerry - - thanks indeed.

      • FredPeyer

        I sometimes wonder what all these animals would say to us if they could talk. Love your poem!

        • Fay Slimm.

          Yes my friend I wonder the same thing that if creatures could talk how much we could learn from their differing teachings.

        • dusk arising

          Some people are so attuned to the natural world that even the birds know where to go to find a sympathetic ear for their troubled minds.
          You'll be exchanging recipes before long... mark my words.
          Worm crumble - dipper style.

          • Fay Slimm.

            Ha ha - well you never know Dusk - recipes from the bird-world would be a hit methinks.............

          • Doggerel Dave

            Fay I don't know what to warble to you as I sup my beer in order to gain your attention, but that conversation certainly engaged you. You should share it; a poem perhaps?
            Oh...I see... you've done one...yes.. hum... well I can only sit back and admire.
            A great little moment recorded by your words.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Wow - - What did they put in that ale Dave ? - - - Ha - you need never warble to get my attention when you comment so kindly -- thanks muchly my friend for dropping by and reviewing Bridged.

            • Neville


              a fine example of when poetry goes way beyond words as we know em .. and what an apt title too ............. N x

              • Fay Slimm.

                Your generous comment is truly appreciated dear Nev. - -- glad too you that you like the choice of title - - it felt like some distance was bridged by that bird..........x

              • Goldfinch60

                Super write Fay, Dippers are wonderful birds to watch and hear.

                This takes me back to a time at Aysgarth Falls in the Yorkshire Dales where Joyce and I were sitting by the river watching Dippers, wonderful times.

                Andy

                • Fay Slimm.

                  Am delighted my few words on a dipper brought you happy memories dear Andy - - thank you for sharing them too.



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