Night falls back, with morning exposed
Pandemic day awakened bows to a yawn
Prayer thoughts stain the swiping blade
Feathered heralds slice grey dawn
Time duly apportioned to historical eras
Ponder the goal sky! grey to azure sworn
For whistles and songs choir your task
This is the dance of daybreak drawn
By a master swordsman besting his game
Kiskadee and Mockingbird slice grey dawn
© gillena cox 2021
NOTE
How to construct The Fold Poem HERE
and HERE
14 April 2018
14 April 2015
bird flown
I bet those kiskadees and mocking birds sound delightful!
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....and eternal gratitude to the Master Swordsman!
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Absolutely beautiful, Gillena. I enjoy your short forms, but it's so nice to see you branch out into something longer – particularly as this fold so cleverly begins with a haiku. I love this art work too.
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It is really good to share this world with birds, they are colourful, beautiful and adventurous...and can sing a lot better than me!
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We have been immersed with bird calls for about the last two weeks. This will remain the entire summer. We don't have the a kiskadees is but we have plenty of the mocking birds. They call from roof top to roof top here in the suburbs. I talk with them but don't know what I am saying, except in English the call is "who cooks for you?" in a semi-bird tone ands they will answer.
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Thanks for your appreciation Jim. In Tobago the Mocking Bird is called Day Clean. They say its the first to sing at dawn there.
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I've never lived with kiskadees but mockingbirds are fun. They watch their audience and say/sing things to produce results. Once after the big cicada swarm was over I watched one perch on a railing and make a noise like a cicada, just to tease a half-dozen other birds.
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Thank goodness for those slicers of grey dawn!
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The Haiga is gorgeous. The text art with the picture of the bird with its golden markings is very striking.
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We are in the season of birdsong... each morning is a delight.
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I watched the youtube of the dVerse Live OLN and enjoyed hearing you read your poem. What would this world be without birdsong. I like the haiku at the top of the page.
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That haiga is masterful, Gillena!
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This is the dance of daybreak drawn
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Kiskadee and Mockingbird slice grey dawn
With all the troubles and inconveniences affecting everyone it is a relief to hear the birdsongs that used to be frequent before. Great word craft Gillena!
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This is gorgeously, gorgeously worded, Gillena! I love; "Prayer thoughts stain the swiping blade/Feathered heralds slice grey dawn."💝💝
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This is an interesting form. I like the flow. I'll have to try it some time.
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Beautifully writ and such a joy to hear you read. I LOVED hearing the kiskadees at dawn in Bermuda. We spent January and February in Bermuca for 5 years. I always thought it so amazing that the kiskadee's song was its name!
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