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The Songbird

The Songbird
Ohio, USA
August 22
I am a mechanical bird. I fly, dive, and flutter about things, curious, ... yet -- I am but a machine. I am the product of the times I came into. All is mechanical. My clockwork works - exactly. You can see by the meter of my words that something is precise about me. I know not why; I am not the Originator of these things. They only come to me. They tick, or they whirr, or they may, by chance, chime. No matter - I hear, and respond to them. I myself am quite delighted by these Missives that come my way, and my dearest love is the language I came in with, English. It isn't the words themselves; more - it is the very capability of being able to iterate what I have been given to feel.


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NOVEMBER 14, 2012 8:55AM


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Life's Echo

uncontrived, the things that exist,
but you actually, never see.
the layers, inside the layers.
that which is - and what will be.

muscle. sinew. balance.
a tiny eardrum leads your way.
one thing askew, you forget what you knew,
and another reality - takes its place.

oh, the rhythm, oh, the rhyme.
the dance of life, such edges.
the seen/unseen, what lies between;
life gives, and life alleges.

yours to behold, renew and unfold,
forever vibrant, quiet or loud.
yet get it or not, you possess what you got,
and to present it -- makes you proud.

tiny facets, gleaming.
to know, and - to forget.
trusting innards you never see,
for they’ve never steered you wrong yet.

we all have the dance of our heartstrings.
but - aah .. others don’t always sing your song.
but when they do, it reaffirms your You,
and the Joy of life - is in - Oh!  Come Along!

Graphic: Steinway Piano Rims,
by Chris Payne

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We do all dance to our own heartstrings. Great metaphor for our soul songs. I like this poem because it reminds me of how deeply things go, and how labyrinthine life is- enjoy the mystery. Happy Thanksgiving to you.
I agree. Heartstrings are where the real dancing lies. Excellent work - lovely poem - great image! /R
Hello, Maureen & Nilesite ~ So sorry to not have acknowledged your sweet comments - I seem to no longer get an email they've come. I loove the idea of heartstrings, because that is - exactly! - what it feels like when one is moved! The inner workings of this piano just astounded me, and it was like - hearing a picture! So lovely to see you both, thanks very much.