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Saying hello to magpies: (1 Viewer)

dannyboy

Friends of WF
She always does,
when they hop along the street
neighbours popping in for a tea and chat
she listens to them
with a curious wrinkled brow
lips teased by front teeth.

Her skill at listening
heeding the eyes and voice
of magpies and spirits
her time-free patience
makes children
of us all.

When she sees a magpie
it’s my father’s spirit
coming to say hello
to check all is well
to tell a joke as only a magpie
in that warble can tell.

She loved my father,
not for his smile
or the gifts always bestowed
but because in her world of chaos
and horrid voices without relent
he bequeathed calm.

The world is a better place
for magpies, she says, their song
unique among birds, captures
sunrise and calls down the night
conferring peace in a world
too ready to be tumultuous.
 

Firemajic

Poetry Mentor
Staff member
Senior Mentor
I love this poem... You painted such a wonderful portrait ... the 4th stanza is absolutely brilliant and for me, is the heart and soul of this poem... the noise can be so loud, chaotic that it drowns out the gentle, intimate thoughts and sometimes they are gone for ever... everyone who writes poetry understand how intrusive life can be... we all need that still place, or that quiet person who can bring the "quiet" back...
 

ritudimrinautiyal

Senior Member
She always does,
when they hop along the street
neighbours popping in for a tea and chat
she listens to them
with a curious wrinkled brow
lips teased by front teeth.

Her skill at listening
heeding the eyes and voice
of magpies and spirits
her time-free patience
makes children
of us all.

When she sees a magpie
it’s my father’s spirit
coming to say hello
to check all is well
to tell a joke as only a magpie
in that warble can tell.

She loved my father,
not for his smile
or the gifts always bestowed
but because in her world of chaos
and horrid voices without relent
he bequeathed calm.

The world is a better place
for magpies, she says, their song
unique among birds, captures
sunrise and calls down the night
conferring peace in a world
too ready to be tumultuous.

Hi Danny. It's really great to observe magpie this way, finding our own sadness and soul inside her. It's a kind of silent understanding....understanding and accepting quietness of each other without encroaching each other's space.

Just loved reading it.

Ritu
 

Gumby

Staff member
Co-Owner
I like this woman. The world needs more of this kind of free spirited thinking, we would all be the better for it. It is strange to me how we can be such different people in different times in our lives. How, when we have finally made some progress in 'becoming' it is time to leave this world. This verse really touched a place in me, as I look at Cardinals visiting my yard and always think my dad is visiting, so i always say hello. Lovely.

When she sees a magpie
it’s my father’s spirit
coming to say hello
to check all is well
to tell a joke as only a magpie
in that warble can tell.
 
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