The Songbird

The Songbird
Location
Ohio, USA
Birthday
August 22
Bio
I attune to the power of words, how they are used, spoken, and written.  Some things I refuse to write about, because therein is a painful memory, or a sweet so much that a tear falls yet again. The very process of writing to me is to possess.  To embrace.  To touch. And the fact of it - the writing itself - makes it all the more indelible, so concentrated upon, and the piece of spirit that emerges was the point of doing the piece in the first place, but you did not know that when you began.

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APRIL 29, 2012 1:24PM

Nest

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Unruffled Feathers
 
 
 NEST

blank canvas.
paint me nice.
picture me pretty, color my life.
red, wanton; blue, tears
prism me, faceted,
know my years.
take the hues of my soul;
rustle me from hiding.
abide me.  enfold.
let your brushes design me.
gesso finish, matte, white.
look at my palette,
what color would you like?
grey is steam,
and white is heat.
find the hue
that conjures the wise me.
liquid, ether,
air, from breath,
sacred sacraments,
held to my breast.
veiled in my feathers,
gathered so lightly,
come to me now,
call out, and you’ll find me.
listen to the whisper
deep in your heart,
and play me now,
with your love,
your art.
receiver, believer,
i trust what you say.
and pose, so still,
so i can see your way.
no resistance,
i insist.
upon your easel,
my soul will lift.
use my voice,
make me speak.
open this gutteral,
free me from retreat.
strokes, brushes,
apply the colors of touch.
allow me to surface,
safe within love.
bring me leaves,
flowers,
a wreath, ‘round my brow,
and release me,
please,
give.  allow.
hypnogogia,
the inner space,
reside with me,
give me place.
your hand, a wand,
deft and clever,
wave me like that,
magic endeavor.
entice the girl out
who wants to emerge,
come into my rainbow,
so long submerged.
pliant, willow,
breeze, sway.
my hair, branches,
my wings,
safe.

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Graphic:
Exhibition Cathleen Naundorf
Un Rêve de Mode
 

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"look at my palette,
what color would you like?"...Isn't that the cry of our hearts?? Gorgeous!!
Thank you, Brazen Princess! Indeed, it is. The cry, the whisper .. and the call.
Wow wee... welcome to my nesty. This was a bit beyond nest building more like nest burning. :D
The shape of this is oh so strong!
TG!! Haha. But can't you tell how shy I am?
Thank you, TG, I appreciate that.
Beautiful, Songbird. I realize it's been long.
R♥
I'm with tg within on both counts! WOW!
Gasp! I've never used that word but it seems right here. I felt breathless as soon as I entered. Now I'm speechless. It's so beautiful.

"... your hand, a wand,
deft and clever,
wave me like that,
magic endeavor.
entice the girl out
who wants to emerge,
come into my rainbow,
so long submerged."
Thank you much, Michelle and SagCap, so much. It came out of an inspiration, and so I really appreciate the praise.
Fusun - Oop, didn't mean to skip over. It's lovely to see you - yes, you've been scarce. Thanks much for reading and commenting, happy you're back, and loved your new one.
Wildly pleasurable.
Read midday and back again for additional study.
So that's what they call it, 'hypnogogia'!
A natural song deserving music while the conundrum sways toward the elegant form and its enchantment.
Hi, JP - Good to see you, and thank you much for the 'further study!' I had not thought of music on this one, but yes, the sing-song might just be that. Hypnogogia is the state between waking and sleep. Guess it could also be called stupor, huh?! Thanks again, mate.
lovely piece that danced in my heart and mind...I drank you in.
Thank you, Dream! Oh, how I love to dance, thanks for the drink! Smiles.