kaberett: a watercolour painting of an oak leaf floating on calm water (leaf-on-water)
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How is it that so very great a gift
can be as fragile, tiny, tenuous as this:
this sun-bleached bird skull, feather-light,
caught in protecting nets emplaced
from June til autumn (dawn til dusk).
Nearby: a poised and outspread wing,
tenacity of tenderness made flesh.
Unwieldy metaphor, perhaps, and yet--
and yet. O best belov'd: take flight.


(It is the lightness of your embrace
that will let me go adrift.
-- Meg Bateman)

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Date: 2014-09-23 10:17 am (UTC)
calissa: Photo of Swarovski crystal & gold figurine of inkpot and quill sitting on a page that says 'create every day' (Writing)
From: [personal profile] calissa
<3

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Date: 2014-09-23 09:59 pm (UTC)
calissa: A stalk with drying grass seeds sits in the foreground with a golden hill and blue mountains in the background. (Summer)
From: [personal profile] calissa
Now that I'm a bit more well rested... the reason I liked this so much was that I felt it connected well with the season (and the passing of the season). Yesterday was drenched in sunlight and this poem seemed to be, too, though I couldn't quite say why.

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Date: 2014-09-23 10:33 am (UTC)
vass: Small turtle with green leaf in its mouth (Default)
From: [personal profile] vass
That is the loveliest poem about a dead bird I've read in years.

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Date: 2014-09-23 10:46 am (UTC)
vass: Dykes To Watch Out For: Janis, pre-transition, singing Britney Spears (happysingingjanis)
From: [personal profile] vass
Now that I think about it, the only other dead bird poem I know is about a dying bird, not a dead bird. So yours is in a class of its own.

A.D. Hope's 'Death of the Bird'.
Edited (I can nouns) Date: 2014-09-23 10:46 am (UTC)

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Date: 2014-09-25 04:13 pm (UTC)
vass: Jon Stewart reading a dictionary (books)
From: [personal profile] vass
*reads* Yeah. I can hear what she's saying but it didn't work for me as well as yours did, because my reaction on seeing a maggoty dead bird wouldn't be pitiless revulsion. It'd be one part pity/distress/sorrow, one part needing/wanting/not-wanting to bear witness. Which still works as a metaphor for a dead relationship, but it's a different reaction.

The dog tugged me by the lead
To where you a bird
Were left for the birds

I held her back
But was drawn like her
To your sky burial

Compelled by the writhing life
Bringing you down to earth
Arranging, rearranging
Composing, decomposing

I wrenched myself away
By tugging on the lead.
Here is no place to stop,
Nothing but ill humours.

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Date: 2014-09-23 11:43 am (UTC)
alexseanchai: Katsuki Yuuri wearing a blue jacket and his glasses and holding a poodle, in front of the asexual pride flag with a rainbow heart inset. (Default)
From: [personal profile] alexseanchai
poor bird

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Date: 2014-09-23 11:46 pm (UTC)
inoru_no_hoshi: A tiny white bunny curled up in a white teacup set on pink cloth. (bunny in a teacup)
From: [personal profile] inoru_no_hoshi
I like the almost sad wistfulness of this, yet there's a thread of hope and wonder winding gently through. <33

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