How sublime! Yes, indeed, we ought to dance, sing, bask in the laughter of children, read and write poetry, and pay attention to bluebirds ESPECIALLY at a time like this! Thank you for this gem!
Omg...priceless. I loved it! And I loved K's piece and will never understand the haters. Lol. Great response. Remember that little dude in Gulliver's Travels? "We are all doomed"....yeah. Up theirs. Be happy and stick it to 'em.
OMG! That was a doozy of a poem, Mary. There you go again, telling it like it is. Kathleen's piece was indeed inspiring. It reminded me of the meadow larks that were so common here in NM 10 or maybe 20 years ago. I was prompted by the thought to search on you tube for their beautiful song. I just listened to it, and it brought tears to my eyes. Hadn't heard it in so long. Thanks to both of you for this. I'm tempted to ask you, who's Mac? xox
Oh my! YES yes and more yes! I love Kathleen’s piece and yours, Mary. SO MUCH! What a wacky world we’re living in. Yesterday, the only “productive” thing I did was watch the Junkos and Bluejays feasting on the seeds and peanuts I put out for them. Food for them and medicine for my nervous system. 🩵🥰
Wisdom with a poignant touch've beauty! The sharp-clawed, large-beaked, fleet footed ostrich, who doesn't see any of the evils in the world, only sees darkness in the sand. Fer all his might an' well-appointed avian weaponry, he'll miss his chance ta run if danger nears. AND he won't see the sky, the sun, or the other birds that soar, nor will he hear their singin' voices.
So we humans should indeed look ta the little birds of blue for a "way clear"--the "little bluebirds" that warn Snow White of danger but also choose ta fly free in the skies, baskin' in the sun, avoidin' the hawks, nestin' in the trees, never ones fer sand or darkness. They are light!
Yer poem makes me think of a couple beautiful tunes, hope ya don't mind my sharin' 'em since music too takes flight in the sky--an' in our very beings... lute, flute, harp play on!
Your words were written with so much passion and so much realism. I shook while sitting on my chair. I wanted to yell at you...I wanted to scream, you're mistaken. I wanted to slap you...and then I tried and realized I was looking in the mirror and slapping myself...I suddenly despised the laughter of children, the sunsets and sunrises, the smell of a rose - it all made no sense to me. I felt infected...I could feel the pessimism flowing through my blood... But...wait...I...can't...ignore...the...beauty...of...the...bluebirds...singing...outside...my...window.
LOL. After reading all the comments to Kathleen's post, all, I quickly identified "Mac". Just guessing, but maybe a young berserker in the heat of battle — one who had never spent time on the field before the armies arrived, and most likely will never revisit that field long after the fallen have turned to dust and are pushing daisies.
I have heard the best revenge, and in this case 'comeback', is to lead a good life. With stinging wit, you've shared a great photo-negative of such a life.
I only become fully human after a strong cup of coffee, but will revisit Kathleen and drop a similar note. Her post reminds me of perhaps my favorite book ... Aldo Leopold's "A Sand County Almanac". Will go into a bit more detail there. Gotta first at least smell the coffee.
Thank you, Mary, for that powerful, incisive poem! 🙏
You made me laugh with gratitude.
Thank you echoing the message (and linking) and then amplifying it with humor and poetry as the wordsmith you are.
"Ignore sunsets!
Children laughing!
The smell of gardenias!
THEY can’t help you!"
Still laughing. Sending virtual hugs!
How sublime! Yes, indeed, we ought to dance, sing, bask in the laughter of children, read and write poetry, and pay attention to bluebirds ESPECIALLY at a time like this! Thank you for this gem!
Omg...priceless. I loved it! And I loved K's piece and will never understand the haters. Lol. Great response. Remember that little dude in Gulliver's Travels? "We are all doomed"....yeah. Up theirs. Be happy and stick it to 'em.
So perfect! I was just revising my NY Resolutions to include Do less. Do lots of nothing ;-)
OMG! That was a doozy of a poem, Mary. There you go again, telling it like it is. Kathleen's piece was indeed inspiring. It reminded me of the meadow larks that were so common here in NM 10 or maybe 20 years ago. I was prompted by the thought to search on you tube for their beautiful song. I just listened to it, and it brought tears to my eyes. Hadn't heard it in so long. Thanks to both of you for this. I'm tempted to ask you, who's Mac? xox
Oh my! YES yes and more yes! I love Kathleen’s piece and yours, Mary. SO MUCH! What a wacky world we’re living in. Yesterday, the only “productive” thing I did was watch the Junkos and Bluejays feasting on the seeds and peanuts I put out for them. Food for them and medicine for my nervous system. 🩵🥰
Wisdom with a poignant touch've beauty! The sharp-clawed, large-beaked, fleet footed ostrich, who doesn't see any of the evils in the world, only sees darkness in the sand. Fer all his might an' well-appointed avian weaponry, he'll miss his chance ta run if danger nears. AND he won't see the sky, the sun, or the other birds that soar, nor will he hear their singin' voices.
So we humans should indeed look ta the little birds of blue for a "way clear"--the "little bluebirds" that warn Snow White of danger but also choose ta fly free in the skies, baskin' in the sun, avoidin' the hawks, nestin' in the trees, never ones fer sand or darkness. They are light!
Yer poem makes me think of a couple beautiful tunes, hope ya don't mind my sharin' 'em since music too takes flight in the sky--an' in our very beings... lute, flute, harp play on!
Songbird -- Christine McVie (Fleetwood Mac)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTi19MPOvDw
Sparrow--Simon & Garfunkel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FniUPxpYYAU
Your words were written with so much passion and so much realism. I shook while sitting on my chair. I wanted to yell at you...I wanted to scream, you're mistaken. I wanted to slap you...and then I tried and realized I was looking in the mirror and slapping myself...I suddenly despised the laughter of children, the sunsets and sunrises, the smell of a rose - it all made no sense to me. I felt infected...I could feel the pessimism flowing through my blood... But...wait...I...can't...ignore...the...beauty...of...the...bluebirds...singing...outside...my...window.
I pictured you sitting across from me with a pot of tea, as I listened. Perfect, Mary, as usual. 🩷💚
Well, I never! Excellent.
LOL. After reading all the comments to Kathleen's post, all, I quickly identified "Mac". Just guessing, but maybe a young berserker in the heat of battle — one who had never spent time on the field before the armies arrived, and most likely will never revisit that field long after the fallen have turned to dust and are pushing daisies.
I have heard the best revenge, and in this case 'comeback', is to lead a good life. With stinging wit, you've shared a great photo-negative of such a life.
I only become fully human after a strong cup of coffee, but will revisit Kathleen and drop a similar note. Her post reminds me of perhaps my favorite book ... Aldo Leopold's "A Sand County Almanac". Will go into a bit more detail there. Gotta first at least smell the coffee.
Cheers Mary, and thanks for this post.