Tag: Birds

Time To Get Up – A Quadrille

Time To Get Up

A plangent chorus
of early birds
My wake up call this day
Busy at work
singing and feeding
without hesitation or delay
 
Sandhill cranes
moving slowly
along the river bed
Their rattling bugle call
can be heard for miles
enough to wake the dead

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

WimsyGizmo is hosting Monday Quadrille
at D'Verse Poets tonight.  He has prompted us 
with the word "Up"

Word Prompts:

Plagent

River

Image by skeeze from Pixabay 

Alarm Call

Alarm Call

He drills for food at break of dawn
Woodpecker’s schedule already drawn
Woken rudely from my reverie
Before I can barely release a yawn
 
A beautiful sight high on the oak tree
His red tuft bright and feathery
It’s a wonder his head doesn’t ache
If only he could work in a lower key
 
It must be a tough job for Woody
Does his beak ever get bloody?
Why doesn’t he dig for worms? 
Then perhaps I wouldn’t be so moody
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Frank is hosting at D'Verse Poets Pub and our challenge
tonight is covering the Rubaiyat.

Rhyme schemes
The original Persian rhyme schemes were AABA or AAAA.
I chose AABA for my attempt at this form.

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Debilitating

The morning light was squinting
Through the bedroom shades
Few clouds in a sunny sky
The birds singing their serenades

Earl Grey in the teapot
A light breakfast prepared
Saying hello to the day
I thought I was prepared

It happened again
Without any warning
The monster reared its head
Leaving me in mourning

A verbal attack came
From nowhere I could see
Blindsided as usual
While I was drinking my tea

I said I was feeling better
Not a complaint or a question
Yesterday experiencing something minor
A simple statement, not aggression

Then how do I become
the target of your onslaught?
I didn’t do what you suggested
Is that really a fault?

Your words of anger
So hurtful and debilitating
You are angry because what?
I feel like it’s baiting

You are looking for a fight
I never know why
I am so totally unprepared
I have no battle cry

Your reactions to statements
Are so unbelievably strange
You attack and become the victim
Setting a scene to derange

Trying to wrap my arms
Around your state of mind
Incognizant of my own pain
It is you I have to find

Know suggestions can be useful
They are offered to awaken
Like opinions they cost nothing
Don’t be surprised if not taken

If I need help I would ask
If I need a doctor I would deduce
If I need support I would expect
What I don’t need is verbal abuse

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word of the Day Challenge Debilitate:

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Balance

Faces forming in the clouds
Evanescent in the billowing shroud
Colors brilliant at the end of the day
Pinks and blues give way to oranges and grey

Salty spray upon the face
Murmuring waves rolling without a trace
Windblown feathers of the hawk
Spirits of the ocean talk

Energy of the water runs deep
Crying souls succumbed to final sleep
Undulating strength of a million years
Cumulating in a sea of tears

Ancient trees stand witness to it all
Ringed with age, strong and tall
Mountains jagged and insurmountable
Standing close and almost touchable

Beauty abounds but at what cost
Take it now it will soon be lost
Reenergize the human being
This life of yours is worth living

Chakras tell the story
Where you might lose your glory
Balance life as nature does perfect
Or suffer the consequential effect

Christine Bolton

Word of the Day Challenge: Evanescent

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Does the Sandpiper Fly?

I woke this morning and feeling a little tense.  I couldn’t put my finger on any one thing but knew the best way to deal with it would be to get out into nature to clear my head and find some inspiration for the day.

I headed to the beach with towels and chair in hand.  The day was bright, the sky a cloudless blue, and I knew the moment I set foot on the sand that I had made a good decision.

I felt the energy coming from the sea and with the sun on my shoulders it was like instant medicine for the soul.  Nature is always the best remedy and I can usually find the answers I’m looking for, whether I am at the beach or just walking in the neighborhood.

After finding a good spot, I took a few minutes just to do a little people watching.  I live in a resort town on the coast and the beachgoers come in all shapes, sizes and ages. Some are on vacation, others are walking the beach for exercise, a few are doing yoga, a couple are cycling and others are just working on their tan.  I then turned my attention to the beach birds.  Noisy Seagulls, diving Pelicans and the fascinating Sandpiper.  This small, busy bird is tireless.  You will find him running across the sand constantly in search of food and giving the impression that he must never get wet under any circumstance!

It made me realize how similar we all are. We as humans go through the same motions day after day whether going to work or tending to our lives in general.  Just like the Sandpiper, our existence depends on these repetitive rituals that are necessary. However, every now and again we should really just stop, take a breath and appreciate why we do these things.  If we work, at least enjoy it. If we are on the run taking care of our families, remember to be thankful for the happiness they bring. If we are in school or college and are feeling the pressure of our studies or from our peers, we should take consolation in knowing this time in our life is temporary. A means to an end and it will pass quickly.

I found the little Sandpiper so intriguing I was inspired to write this poem.

 

The Sandpiper

The Sandpiper runs along the shore
Searching for insects and the odd crustacean
Concentrating hard on the task at hand
With such intent and dedication

Moving swiftly down the beach
He flirts with the water as it ebbs and flows
With seconds to spare he quickly escapes
His legs taking him quickly wherever he goes

He is tentative and unsure
Of how it might feel
He errs on the side of caution
And avoids the thrill

Up and down the beach he goes
He repeats the ritual often
This is his life day after day
Nothing is forgotten

Fascinating to watch
I am enthralled with the scene
Will he do the same tomorrow?
And will he remember where he has been?

A Pelican and Seagull cause a commotion
They are squawking on the boat dock
The Gull loses interest
And rejoins his flock

Meanwhile the industrious Sandpiper
Is scurrying on the beach
To and from the water
Everything he goes for seemingly out of reach

The ceremony of his life
So fascinating to observe
His repetitive action, over and over
Never missing a curve

I watch the tireless efforts of this little bird
Rarely do you see him on his wing
His existence is staying close to the ground
Constantly searching for any little thing

I wonder does he walk home
To his little nest somewhere nearby
Thinking about tomorrow
And whether he should fly

Christine Bolton

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