Very Beautiful... I could just imagine being there..

What fantastic images this conjures forth. Just a beautiful poem. Such an exquisite use of the language.
rated.

Beautiful poem. I want so much that the ivory billed woodpecker is still alive. I know it's been spotted. Mayhaps it's not extinct? And yet, you've given it life again.

You transported me to edges of the bayou. I remember how it felt, now. Beautifully written.
Rated

i'm asway in the swampy hammock with you and that noisy bird. beautiful.

I love that fact that you didn't get all highfalutin with this, which is another way of saying that it's that rare poem that I actually get.

I just 'hit' the most recent post and ... Oh my,
I thought I'd read `what's up with scupper.
The download is a gentle voice. It takes time.
`
Pelleted ?
Or, it's called a big rare woody the woodpecker?
It's the 15- inch, noisy red-cockaded woodpecker?
The Woodpecker eats beetles, ants, roaches, bugs?
Yes. Spiders, caterpillars, and wood-boring insects.
I know that that big 15- inch-spam woodpecker pecks.
It pecks often in my woods with a female woodpecker.
Two woodpeckers can bore a 13- hole in a tree easily.
National Geographic has a interest in woodpeckers.
A woodpecker knocks and pecks for dead tree bugs.
When two woodpeckers are pecking, they chatter.
They really do sound like 2-happy tree monkeys.
They are pecking in winter on cold winter days.
Snow falls. We human's feel cold and numb.
Wow. A world is stark. Folk burn within.
There is a living flame. Desire's yearn.
Ya wonder. Tender touch. Soft lights.
What does dwells within Life's form?
Is it sight, divinity, bitter and sweet?
I am at a loss. A fire is fed, oh yea?
It may be sad/joy - a bittersweet.
I guess the bittersweet of love
Is bitter sweet.
(Nature mirror)

I had read earlier`
Down from branches
Fall the Leaves.

Today was Louis's
birthday. Guess what?
I spell Louis wrong.
It's Lewis A. James.
Pop Pop's are idiots.
What a good birdday.
Ay 12:01 on Jan 11 Lewis was born.
I did not preplan a time-post, BUT,
I notice the time is 12:04. So what?
Heehaws. It's Jan 12. 2010. Yikes!
Good Night. I am just checking in.
scanner, oh my,
Good night.

First off, the song is dead on for me right now but your poem blows me away. Amazing and rich with natural images - especially that groundless image. I hope you share that poem with your beloved. Once I had a poet writing professor tell me one of my poem's was perfect and now I know what he meant. Your poem is perfect!

I am always up for a good dream, especially those that are real. I can never get enough of Lucy taking those first steps into Narnia, it is so perfectly elusive. It reminds me of everything life is, surprising and mysterious, and strange how people with not the best of intentions find their way to us as well.

Thank you so much for this...it evokes Narnia for me...I go there when I need to...have a chat with Aslan...xox

Beautiful. I have friends who swear they saw that Ivory pecker a couple years ago in the swamps surrounding the Choctawhatchee. Perhaps it was but dream as well.

perfect

that morse code thing is perfect too

Gorgeous, scupper. Your poems always move me.

Thanks for bringing the bird back to us.

Bee not afeared, the isle is full of voices
Strange sounds and sweet
That hurt not and give delight
Sometimes a thousand twanging instruments
Hum about my ears
That on waking
I cry to sleep again
Caliban, The Tempest(from memory)

Beautifully transported. Thank you.

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Nice - isn't Google fun!

Very nice with beautiful images. I would sit for hours watching them in the woods going from tree to tree. Thank you....o/e

very nice

Incredible poem. Lovely subject.

Wonderfully beautiful!

This poem produces a drug-like euphoria in me, a clean, sparkling rush of love and connection. Connection in all directions, with each other, with the land, with other sentient beings. Beautifully written but more, a perfect moment.

absolutely beautiful: some conjoining

code of heart

asway

in the swampy hammock,

I want to believe....

I Loved Narnia the books were an escape a wonderful escape.. I loved everything about this post. I can see it all as you describe it.

Beautifully done.

Had a big ole Pileated Woodpecker swoop across the road in front of me and on up into the holler yesterday while I was on my walk.

Close, but no cigar.