A Birds-Eye View~

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JULY 11, 2011 8:12AM

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You watch them glide

through air overhead

riding the waves of the wind

thinking only of Mother Nature

and her graceful grandeur

defying the very laws

of gravity that keep us

mortals grounded

but once they were babies

breaking out of their shelled jails

kickin' and screamin'

wanting, wanting, wanting

Mother scourer's the Earth

searching for nurishment

to keep her babies alive

when out of the blue

one falls into the lap of a stranger

who watches in wonderment

as he fights for life

only succumbing to life's injustices

just a little baby bird

no more no less

in the scheme of things

just another dead thing

in a world filled with death

I only wish he could have

just once in his short life

felt the air under his wings

and looked at the world

from a birds-eye view

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This is just a stupid little poem I wrote for Barry. I figure everything should at least leave something behind, even a little bird.

scanner

July 11, 2011 08:16 AM

Poor Barry! You tried, scanner, you tried.

lschmoopie

July 11, 2011 08:16 AM

Stupid, my ass. This is beautiful. You've captured some spirits here - freedom, longing, sadness, understanding. I don't know much about poetry, Scanman, but this sure as hell comes to me as a mature poem. I especially like riding the waves of the wind. I soared up and down and along with you there. I'm still bobbing with it. Wonderful.

Matt Paust

July 11, 2011 08:22 AM

This is a beautiful poem Scanner! I love the last line, "just once in his short life felt the air under his wings and looked at the world from a birds-eye view." I am sorry you lost your little friend. Life is so fragile.
R

Susie Lindau

July 11, 2011 08:40 AM

Beautiful poem, you've honored Life itself.

l'Heure Bleue

July 11, 2011 08:45 AM

This poem has both heart and wings. How I adore the yellow birds and all the quivering moments that capture their lives. Your homage is lovely and noble as are all the lives surrounding ours. It matters to me that you made the time to stop for a life that others might never choose to see at all and that it moved you. And as for flight...what is as lovely as a small thing rivering the air in majesty? xo and R with thanks!

A Persistent Muse

July 11, 2011 08:53 AM

I'm sorry about Barry, Scanman...to hold fragile life in your hands, even a little bird's, as you did trying to save him touches one's heart in a way nothing else does. Such was the inspiration for this lovely poem as a way to get your feelings out for which I applaud you. Obviously the little bird did leave something behind and you are the recipient of that gift.

Smithery

July 11, 2011 09:32 AM

I like "shelled jails" as an image a lot, Scanner, and I like the sentiment you express at the end. I once had a poodle that every so often, when in a fast walk, would do a little jump and all four feet came of the ground. Made me wish I could, every so often, trasncend this too solid earth.

Jerry DeNuccio

July 11, 2011 09:50 AM

You tried so hard and I felt your pain. Barry knows how hard you tried,
HUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Linda Seccaspina

July 11, 2011 09:54 AM

It was a heartfelt poem and just perfect. Makes me sad he never knew the joy of flight. Death is such a part of life tho. We just have to go on. Each death makes life that much more precious. Thank you for this.

zanelle

July 11, 2011 10:57 AM

A big heart beats away in you Mr. Scanner.

TheBadScot

July 11, 2011 11:45 AM

This is not a stupid little poem. You are such a compassionate man and that trait shines through in this poem. -R-

Christine Geery

July 11, 2011 11:56 AM

This is simply beautiful. Isn't it amazing how these little creatures can touch our hearts? Remember Squiggy, the baby squirrel that Coqui found and looked after until he was either killed by a cat or died from his fall from the nest? It broke both our hearts.

Lezlie

L in the Southeast

July 11, 2011 12:07 PM

Hey, I like this and I don't even like poetry! Not stupid.

LuminousMuse

July 11, 2011 12:19 PM

Oh my, Scanner, this is likely my favorite poem I've read on OS...it's so relate-able to me. I love to watch the bird community around us. Your wish for that baby bird to have had a bird's-eye view is just lovely...
I soaked my tissue with Joan's post this morning, I'm off for another now, that baby not ever getting to fly.
But you showed him how those giants who live in those boxes can care...

Just Thinking...

July 11, 2011 12:27 PM

This poem was so moving, and not at all "stupid"! I think Barry was lucky to have finished his short life in your company. And from where he is now, I think he probably does have a bird's eye view. I love what you wrote here. What a wonderful tribute for someone who passed on too soon.

Alysa Salzberg

July 11, 2011 01:17 PM

love your stupid little poem. sorry about barry.

Major Mojo

July 11, 2011 02:00 PM

scanner-really touching. I love this bird series of yours. Just wonderful.

Janice Wood

July 11, 2011 02:20 PM

scanner-really touching. I love this bird series of yours. Just wonderful.

Janice Wood

July 11, 2011 02:21 PM

Had to go back and catch up on Barry. Loved this poem - you captured it so well.
"I only wish he could have
just once in his short life
felt the air under his wings"
This could be talking of so many things.
Great job Scanner

trilogy

July 11, 2011 03:09 PM

Poor Barry, I wish he could have flied too!

blindogjohn

July 11, 2011 04:07 PM

You have many hidden depths my friend.
Bloody good this is and inspired too.

CreekEnd UK

July 11, 2011 04:08 PM

Poor baby. Sweet poem.

Auntynae

July 11, 2011 05:55 PM

Poor baby. Sweet poem.

Auntynae

July 11, 2011 05:55 PM

Poor baby. Sweet poem.

Auntynae

July 11, 2011 05:55 PM

Barry is gliding with God and smiling at you my friend. Rated with a little chirp chirp. Jali Girl.

JALI 17

July 11, 2011 06:23 PM

Beautiful photo and poem.

Christina Simon

July 11, 2011 06:46 PM

This is amazing Scanner, I absolutely love it!

cindy Prochnow

July 12, 2011 01:57 AM

Beautiful Scanner, Barry knows how much you loved him

heysuz

July 12, 2011 02:55 AM

Aw.

I have a nest with two little dead eggs in it in my garage. I don't know where it came from - I think my handyman, who's been cutting trees for me ... one so it won't destroy my roof, but several others just so I can watch TV ... Yeah, a world full of death ...

Myriad

July 12, 2011 09:39 AM

Scan it's time for your better half to drag out the wet noodle again, you deserve some smackin' around for dissing your poem! I read all the way through this figuring I'd find the author's name below it, posted as a tribute to Barry - and low and behold it's your own effort!

I ain't used to thinking Scanman and written poetry in the same breath (Scanman and heart poetry is a different matter, you have an uber-poetic soul). And it's GOOD. Period. Read your comments, it did what poetry does :).

As for what Barry left behind, he's got you for his legacy (and don't you even dare to *think* "that's not much" 'cause we know better ;).

Rated for 'even a little bird' has measurable impact.