They lift on wings
that creak and sing
in equal parts.
Harmony of fear
trapped in
slender throats.
Unease released
upon still
morning air.
Broken,
shattered,
that fragile peace.
Accident of time,
language,
species.
— C.Birde, 3/18
The Doves — A Poem
Snowbells — An Image
Snowbells bow
their slender heads
and chime
the time
of Winter’s
end.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Hope & Heartwork — A Poem
Pin hope
elsewhere.
I am no mountain,
meant to bear such weight
of expectation.
I am breeze and stream and
Springtide —
transient,
unfixed,
elusory.
Pushed and pulled
by love and longing,
cruelty and kindness.
Pin no hope on
me.
See
to your own
heart’s
work.
— C.birde, 2/18
Ventriloquist — An Image
Blue jay called
from the old
Norway Maple
in the voice
of a crow,
coarse with soot
and
shadow.
— C.Birde, 2/18
All — A Poem
We
are all…
All we are
combined,
defined
by little more
than errant thought
and impulse
wrapped in organs,
tissue thin.
Are we all
we all
are
?
— C.Birde, 2/18
Forgotten — An Image
Lost.
Forgotten.
Waiting
— like the self —
to be
found.
— C.Birde, 2/18
Retreat — A Poem
I will retreat
to a rose-covered cottage,
pull the fern door
closed and
draw the ivied curtains.
And only those
who hold birdsong
in their mouths
and wear the breeze’s
honeysuckled breath
in their hearts
may enter.
Only those
who bear
love
❤️
— C.Birde, 2/18
Beauty, Pursued — A Poem
We pursue beauty
to heartbreak,
to the full and immediate
understanding
of our limitations —
physical,
spiritual;
irreparable,
unchangeable.
We arrive unprepared
and late
for our own
transformation.
— C.Birde, 2/18
Meaning, Lost — A Poem
Choose with care.
Deliber-
ate.
This word over that.
Consider
tone and texture.
Clarity.
Bead and knot and string.
Craft each sentence.
Vanity.
Meaning slips,
coils into place
within another’s
throat.
— C.Birde, 1/18
Rush/es — An Image
Rush…
or do not.
Linger.
Remain.
Taut,
blade-straight,
erect;
ear tuned
to hear
the rushes’
rasp and
whisper.
— C.Birde, 1/18