I am who I have always been
a shiver of soft reeds beside the river
or the cascade of  a waterfall.
Gypsy crows rise  to a soft dawn sky
gathering their kind they circle
back for me.

I can scarcely bear the

splendor of the world,

its wonder humbles

the wisp  that is me.

Minutiae of eyes and ears

and speechless tongue,

stunned by the promise

of a  red dawn.

Elegant trees  lift

their mighty arms,

grand  gods host creatures

large and small.

Their noble crowns filled

with a cornucopia of life.

I want to sail across the sea
tiny fleck that is me,
a winged bird   bearer of
no possession,
a fragment of the universe

art by Amy Judd (represented by Hicks Gallery)

178 thoughts on “A Winged Bird

  1. This arrangement is lyrical, like a song. A love song accompanied by a beautiful art and entrancing music. I was fortunate to see Fleetwood Mac in their heyday. Stevie Nicks and the band captured us on the first note and didn’t let us go until they left the stage. And now, you have added another few layers to that magical spell.

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      1. My feelings exactly. I thought Christine had a better singing voice than Stevie Nicks. Stevie was just quirky enough with her voice and stage presentation to wow the crowd while Christine played the consummate backup singer role never trying to upstage but delivering her own style of vocals that could enchant even the most diehard fidgeting rock music fan.

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        1. I think she has such a beautiful voice. Always behind the piano and basically a back up singer as you say she carried out her role beautifully. Nicks wrote most of her songs and is incredibly gifted, but Songbird is perfect for Mcvie. Thank you Dan. 🤗

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          1. LOL! Dammit, You been riding a long time and not a single wear mark on those leathers. Keep doing what you’re doing. Save knitting for when you have great grand children that need little booties and beanies. 🏍✂️🧶

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          2. I know, Dammit. Hard to imagine that is so far off. But, the 90’s are a great time to start knitting to keep the fingers and mind nimble. I sew leather a lot. Not the same as knitting, but Dammit, it’s still fun to do.

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          3. I do everything by hand. It’s all about patience and the right tools. Tools are my jam. Every year the fam asks what I want for birthday, Father’s Day, and Christmas. I always tell them tools and they just can’t find the joy in that, but I can. My sister, Dammit Jan is the same way. We’re weird happy people – unless we lose one of our tools. 😆

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          4. Ohhhh, yessss! I bet it is a huge change in your environment awareness going from ocean to clouds below you. I enjoyed living out west because of the expansive openess. The mountains are still there in a big way but lots of open sky in between.

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          5. I recognize that feeling. It forces me to go places and do things on higher ground in higher planes. I most appreciate a great openness. I think our oceanic spirits will always demand those open vistas.

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          6. I was very fortunate to live in Denver and Colorado Springs before their fall from grace. No regrets were left there. I have always had an intrinsic affinity for wood and stone in nature and architecture. I’m finding it harder to navigate on foot through that kind of terrain but my love for it hasn’t diminished. One of my favorites is a trail that winds up a mountain and opens up at the top in a dense grove of mountain laurel overlooking the Cumberland Gap in Tennessee. Indescribable beauty.

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          7. That sounds awesome. I was in Colorado two years ago. I have some pics on Instagram. I can only imagine such a beautiful escape to Cumberland Gap. As a kid I spent summers in a paradise of nature, bubbling brooks and grape arbors, stands of trees they called “branches”. I wish everyone could experience a retreat so beautiful.

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          8. What a delight that must have been. I think that experience with the outdoors is missing from a lot of young lives. I’m sure it made all the difference for me and it appears for you as well.

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          9. What a blessing to have those experiences at a young age. I remember you telling me you started with your poetry when you were a child and I can imagine the beauty of such experiences inspiring you to write.

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          10. I suspect your spell on this typewriter is why it types as good today as it did in 1946 when it was made. I always feel poetic when my fingers touch the keys. Now, I know why. A beautiful example of precision and mechanical art. I got it in Florida, by the way. I had my eye on it since I was a wee rascal. But, I’m only it’s caretaker. Let me know when you would like it back. ☺️🔮

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          11. Lol! No. That’s a beautiful antique typewriter. On seeing it I recall mine was an Underwood. My Dad bought it at an estate sale on Miami Beach not long after my mother passed away. That was when I began making up some wild stories and became quite the little typist. 😊

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          12. It’s a great memory. The Royal was my grandfathers. He had a mechanical adding machine too. I got it as well. I wanted it all my life and a just a couple of years ago he decided his typing days were over and he gave it to me. He bought it new. He still had an unopened ribbon and paper for it. Isn’t that remarkable how typewriters influenced us as kids? The desire to create started early.

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  2. Another beautiful masterpiece – you really sweep the reader away with such magical imagery
    ‘Gypsy crows rise to a soft dawn sky’
    ‘Elegant trees lift / their mighty arms’
    – gorgeous lines that really encapsulate that aura of peaceful wonder ❤
    Loved this! 😀

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