Look — A Poem

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“Shadow” — C.Birde, 3/19

 

Look

look away

cringe

fade…

To either side,

a tug,

a pull of

equal force.

Duality of need

— desire —

balanced

in opposition

to the self.

Uncertainty –

a slow poison

consumed

in sips;

a crumb

nibbled,

bitter

on the tongue.

Shadows,

all –

insubstantial;

substance-

less.

Trust —

within

lies the way.

Shimmer.

Blaze.

 

— C.Birde, 3/19

 

Moonlight — An Image

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“Moonlight” — C.Birde, 3/19

 

Spilling moonlight

from her pockets

— like pebbles

&

petals

&

peace —

she lays

a silvered path

for all

to follow…

And yet

we

h

e

s

i

t

a

t

e

.

.

.

 

— C.Birde, 3/19

 

Quickening — A Poem

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“Quickening” — C.Birde, 3/19

 

Long awaited.

Realized,

recognized

– at last –

in quickening

earth

(beat & breath of loamy

heart),

resurgent

song

(trill & tremor in airborne

throats),

in bud and flower

and greening

leaf

(stretch & shift toward expanding

light).

Spring arrives

– gift-wrapped –

on our

doorsteps.

Compose your

thank-yous accordingly.

Address them

to each

blushing hour,

each mischief curl

of breeze.

— C.Birde, 3/19

 

 

 

Frenzy — An Image

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“Frenzy” — C.Birde, 3/19

 

Madness

— like water —

seeks

its own

level.

B

e

w

a

r

e

.

.

.

 

— C.Birde, 3/19

 

 

Stay — A Poem

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“Peep” — C.Birde, 3/19

 

Spring called

the other day…

tapped at the door

with birdsong fingers,

fogged the glass

with promises

and lilac-scented

breath…

then vanished.

I hear her laughter

lift from slow-

thawing

earth.

 

— C.Birde, 3/19

 

Abide — An Image

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“Lilac Buds” — C.Birde, 3/19

 

Abide —

The cardinal sings

& daylight lingers

& the earth’s crust

quivers

with small green unborn

things…

Spring

is on

Her

way.

 

— C.Birde, 3/19

 

March — A Poem

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“Linden in Snow” — C.Birde, 3/19

 

friction of

transition

dark to light

translation

of earth

from hibernation

to waking

manifestation of

latent creative

energies.

March is

all this,

and narcissus,

too.

 

— C.Birde, 3/19

 

Insatiable — A Poem

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“Wind Tossed” — C.Birde, 2/19

 

 

Angry wind,

hungry wind –

wresting fealty

from trunk

and limb

and ragged

crown.

Inside,

ignore serrated

howls…

Count each

breath –

one in,

one out.

For each limb

sundered,

plucked, and

tossed —

in one,

out one,

outward and

unbounded.

Bless

the sheltering

trees.

 

— C.Birde, 2/19