Posts Tagged ‘birds’
a bump on a log ( 2 )
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged animals, beach, birds, life, nature, philosophy, poems, Poetry, shore, writing on March 16, 2010| Leave a Comment »
I’ve edited this one a few times and the current version I’m satisfied with is this:
A bump on a log
Alone to contemplate the shells and sky
He loves to skip, survey, and hop
Over dunes, grass, and the leftovers of a dog
But tires of enticements and constant offers
Watching the kids and crabs and shore birds
Conduct their assessments
Are the curious homecoming fish
Well-fed and delicious
Or merely meagre morsels
Best left to the willy-nilly whims of current and driftwood
Would he support his oceangoing friends
Against pollution and lies
Or should he too, be battered and fried?
He wishes he could ignore the slippery species
Emerging from the unspeakable deep
It’d be advisable to simply avoid
Since answers are muddy, protected and coy
They could be harmless ripples
or maybe whitecaps getting too high
No, just focus on staring
into the endless expanses, day or night
Don’t look for a rolling, mounting tsunami
Be a satisfied part, here in the country
It’s utterly preposterous such shocking prospects
Isn’t it preferable, indeed sensible
To duck it and camp on the beach
He’d rather savor the positives that are in reach
Leave them alone, the signatures and phoney ceremonies
He hopes they’ll be captured by the sea
They seem to belong there, in the foamy wash
The stuff rejected by clams and shrimp and mollusks
There’s no better spot on this peninsula point
He’d rather be right here
Let them discuss and deal and rot
For he’s among the real
Everything from herons to seals and seaweed
So close to freedom
And a salty seafaring life
So close but not quite yet anointed
Or rooted tight
Like the nearby signless stick
With its tattered but waving flag
It’s aimed in the sand straight on high
Someone left it but not lying flat
They had it right
Here is where it’s at
Protected: skimming
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged birds, environment, lakes, life, loons, nature, personal growth, Poetry, random, relationships, thought, water, writing on July 26, 2008|
a savage grace {revised}
Posted in Author Favourites, Love, Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged birds, life, Love, nature, Poetry, thoughts, writing on October 2, 2007| Leave a Comment »
“a savage grace”, by silvercharm, October 2, 2007
lazing on a placid lake
among the reeds
drifting from a marsh
another moment created
fingers entwined
and sharing in the succulence
of fresh berries
to savour a harvest so sweet
with tongues still dripping
down to ticklish feet
and settle into a peaceful calm
echoed by loons calling their mates
while fishing poles wait
forgotten
a miracle embraced
by two spirits dancing late
in perfect rhythm
passing time by
as if by magic
nature’s ultimate prize
found
makes for a bounty
worth much more than anticipated
a glorious freight
just like the fish
we hope to taste
busily engrossed
in a delectable dish
deep into play
squinting into the sunshine
of a late summer day
reflected off the ripples
not seeing the eyes
that penetrate
carefully choosing
picking out prey
ready to make good
on a hungry wish
a foursome too fearsome
circles high above
with intentions oddly sinister
concocting something surely gruesome
too surreal for the setting
silent predators
when they will act
they’re not letting
past the boundaries
where contemplation can reach
from here they seem tame
as we share a peach
in a blink
one breaks away
leaving the formation
to give chase and pursue
his goal unknown
left to our imaginations
drifting ever so gently down
his pointed beak parting
it’s impossible to miss
his white face masked with brown
magnifying eyes
locked on a target below the surface
fiercely determined
to fulfill his purpose
our breath is taken
watching in rapt attention
swallowed
by plumage speckled
with gorgeous brown and white
as he hovers in the air
as if on a string
the outcome in suspension
from skies clear and blue
he plunges straight down
as quietly as he came
without the slightest of clues
despite listening closely
there is no sound
nothing to warn of his quest
that a creature could be so possessed
consumed with a need to devour
with unerring precision
his talons sink in
gripping with a furious power
what he has sought after
has surely been subdued
with no chance of escape
his prey wriggles in terror
helplessly captured
in awe our mouths are agape
at the spectacle of his feat
plucked and lifted
higher with each beat
of his broad wet wings
all hearts are racing
as away he speeds
his beautiful colours fading into a shapelabouring with his load of trout
without a word we follow his route
to some faraway nest
among trees on the opposite shore
where starved children can feed
always wanting more
appetites only grow
safe in their haven from their only foes
those who watch
glued to the sight
but don’t see or know
what a privilege it is
to be privy to such a miracle
the cycle of nature
is a wonder to behold
and the motion of love and life spherical
it’s through harmony that greatness will sprout
before they depart
on a long migration lasting weeks
the lessons these magnificent raptors impart
are truly invaluable
in a flash of feathers
and sharpened claws
in order to stay together
from pure ruthless instinct
but carried out smoothly
with a savage grace
the osprey has his way
and left an indelible mark
silvercharm 