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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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JULY 12, 2010 11:32PM

Wood Thrush. Monday July 12, 2010

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I witnessed, in a song one summer day,
In lazy heat and sun, among the pines,
A courtship.  What the singer had to say,
Meticulously parsed in sev'ral lines,
Each one a treasure, each alone sufficient
To call a mate in wonder to his side,
Recited whole, for fear he'd be deficient
In any part, lest others might deride
His efforts.  And his efforts so exquisite
He accidentally attracted me.
Each summer I look forward to his visit,
Though honestly, I don't expect to see
His face.  It doesn't matter.  When he sings,
I stop, and set aside all other things.

Here is a link to the song of the wood thrush.

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That link is so cool. the song of the wood thrush so peaceful. You poem, as usual, wonderful.
At first I see just the thrush and then I see so much more. Lovely piece and the treasure of the wood thrush's song is an extra gift.
"I witnessed, in a song one summer day, /In lazy heat and sun, among the pines, / A courtship." The phrasing echoes the softness and warm delight of that summer day. Certainly makes sense to always stop to hear this lovely, liquid lilting melody. Thanks for both that addition and your lovely poem.
Nice. Thanks for the wonderful poem. DB, put an early smile on a sleepy face.
You're really on a roll. This is lovely. For me birdsong is transportive: it takes me right out of my thoughtiness.
Exquisite, and hat a treasure of a link.

Thankyou.
Exquisite, and what a treasure of a link.

Thankyou.
This is one of my many favorites. I read it at least half a dozen times before this comment, and will read it many more times.