Monday, August 8, 2016

Monday WRites 69


[image courtesy the imaginary garden with real toads]

BIRD SONGS ELSEWHERE
I
So he peeled the bananas, cutting them in small pieces.
Not round slices, rough chunks, small rough chunks.
He placed this prized stock on the wall. I watched him.
A kind of morning ritual, this.

II
Down below, waters of The Carenage rippled, only if
You watched closely and intently.
Else, there it was, just part of a vast expanse.
You stretched your mind, but couldn't,
Try as you might, fathom width or depth. No brainer.

III
Vacations are like that, time stretches like gum
You've chewed, first knowing its sweetness,
Then just continuing the action of chewing.
But the satisfaction is there nontheless.

IV
So then the birds flew in on coloured wings.
Like hand crafted little trinkets you would buy
From a souvenir store down town. Feather, flutter.
They pecked at the little gift of bananas bits.

V
Here he was, my uncle, sweetening bird songs,
The kind you listened to, awakening to skies
Far away from home, well not that far away,
Only you couldn't taxi to get here.

BIRD SONGS ELSEWHERE © gillena cox 2016




You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #69, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites





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14 comments:

  1. Loved this take on bird's songs.

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    1. Thank you for dropping in to read mine Annell

      much love...

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  2. Gillena - Happy to have you participate in this ;-) Just what I needed to read this morning. Fave lines "So then the birds flew in on coloured wings.
    Like hand crafted little trinkets" and "Here he was, my uncle, sweetening bird songs,
    The kind you listened to, awakening to skies" -- You notice the little things & put me in the space you are in. Thanks for sharing, and for your kind comments.

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    1. Stacie thanks for dropping in to read my response and thanks for a really nice prompt

      much love...

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  3. I love this description of the uncle feeding fruit to the birds (I put out apple chunks but will try banana next time). I love the way you have collected several thoughts and brought them together. I felt like a spectator of this scene.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Sherry

      much love...

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  4. I love this, love his kindness to the birds, "sweetening their songs".......wonderful, Gillena.

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    1. Happy you dropped in Sherry

      much love...

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  5. This is absolutely delightful Gillena :D especially love these lines:

    So then the birds flew in on coloured wings.
    Like hand crafted little trinkets you would buy
    From a souvenir store down town. Feather, flutter.

    Beautifully penned (as always)

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  6. Thanks for dropping in and linking up Sanaa

    much love...

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  7. I love the image of your uncle sweetening birdsongs. Lovely writing!

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  8. Thanks for dropping in Sara

    Much love...

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  9. I love the likening of time stretching like gum...so fun! Great poem, Gillena!

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  10. Thanks for your appreciation Hannah

    Much love...

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