Woodpeckering
Stirring in the
early dawning
Dream-making
while slumbering
Disturbed
and awoken
to the sound of
Tap, tap, tap
A tumulting
fanfaring
of a bird
Eavesdropping in
Looking for the spot
where he will drill
Grubbing and
Bugging
for his breakfasting
pleasure
He commences his
Woodpeckering
in earnest
His day had begun
long before mine
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Bjorn is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight
and he has prompted us to use nouns as verbs.
i.e. "Verbing" Here is my attempt!
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You got that right, those buggers get woodpeckering early!
Nothing like a pecker head! LOL 🤣
I can hear this poem! Such a beautiful and visceral take on the prompt. Your poetry is divine!
Thank you so much Lucy! They sound so much like machinery ☺️💕
Rise and sun… no need for an alarm clock….
Thanks Ivor. I hope you are keeping well my friend 🙂
I’m reasonably ok…thanks Christine…
That’s good 😊👍
Fantastic poem
Thanks my dear 🥰💕
You’re welcome my friend
What a beautiful woodpecker…. Your poem is such a great tribute to him. Love your verbing!
Oh thanks Dwight. So nice of you 🙂
Solid write, CB. No fine alarm clock anywhere. My hat’s off.
Dear Ron, thank you! You are very kind ☺️
Love this. And glad there are none in my vicinity!
Thanks Dale! ☺️
Thank you, Christine, for bringing me a woodpecker. Ours didn’t come back this year.
Thanks Kim. Always happy to oblige ☺️
These guys are so magnificent — and magnificent pests if they get attracted to your house! Enjoyed your write.
Thanks Bev. They are delightfully pretty but sometimes their work ethic can be too much! 🤣
Grubbing and bugging…sounds like a bird’s daily hustle.
I know that sound well. Sometimes, they’ll even rap on gutters, just to make their presence known, establish territories and to attract mates.
Yes I’ve seen them (and heard them!) do that on the gutters. I figured it was territorial. No food there! Thanks Ken. ☺️
I hear him loud and clear! Great noun-verbing of the woodpeckering. 😊
Haha! Thanks so much ☺️