Whenever I tell myself
“Now
Let’s look for birds”
they emerge from every corner
of the trees, skies, ponds, lakes-
these miracles of feather-
they are my muse and my songs-
my freedom and my faith-
my storm and my peace-
my virtue and my frailty-
my wisdom and my sky-
my rhythm and my light-
these little miracles of feather
are my soul-
my thirteen ways of life—-
Words in quote are from Pablo Neruda’s Ode To Bird watching
Posted for Magaly’s Midweek Motif ~ Not-so-old-fashioned “Hobbies” Magaly’s Midweek Motif ~ Not-so-old-fashioned “Hobbies” @ Poets United
What a magical and lyrical poem
This is a song in colors, filling the sky and the soul with shades of music and living… and with balance. I love that the birds are everything.
“They are my muse and my song”….how beautiful. I love birds, too, feathered beings that bring so much joy.
I love boththe birds and bees. This is such a lovely poem – these little miracles of feather…such a wonderful outlook.
Marvellous, Sumana! I enjoy watching the birds outside my window. I love the phrase ‘miracles of feather’.
Beautiful ode to my also feathered joys
Much ❤🕊❤love
Birds are so magical and therapeutic. Watching birds hop about in the park is a spiritual experience.
Birds do try to join the party whether in the garden or by the sea and see us as useful as we drop our food for them to eat; and we for the most part are happy to see them too.
Beautiful… i agree.. birding is meditation and therapy combined….
I’m too clumsy to be a good birdwatcher, but I admire people who can do it with panache.
How lovely to have birds as “muse and my songs-my freedom and my faith-my storm and my peace-
my virtue and my frailty- my wisdom and my sky,” this is exquisitely drawn, Sumana!! ❤️
There can be none or exceptions of few, who would not have dreamt to fly watching a bird fly high.
Man created power to fly by his invention,
Bird remains an inspiration.,
Sumana- how lovely. Watching birds is one of my faves as well!
Wonderful showing them appearing when sought after, and the 13 ways–A reference to Wallace Stevens but rather than the imagist imagination, we get life in its complex oppositions! May the birds always be here.
You speak of birds with such care. They are all different and all wonderful to watch.