Saturday, February 20, 2010

The Thrush and I

American Robin at Cienega Creek Preserve 2-19-10
Photo by Kathiesbirds

Alone in the woodland the thrush and I
Seek refuge
We pause and listen
Waiting for sound
Waiting
To hear the earth move
Amidst white bones
And gold coins
Rattling
And crunching
We breathe one breath
We think
One thought:
Home.

~kathiesbirds (2-20-10)
OSI Prompt: Gold

9 comments:

  1. this is a beautiful poem

    many thanks ..

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  2. That is beautiful--the image of one spirit and one dream fills me with peace.

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  3. (Thanks for your thoughts on my poem, gold. Your thoughts are similar to the ones I had when I wrote it.)

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  4. I like this, Kathie. When we are wandering home is the finest treasure of all.
    ..

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  5. I live to hear the earth move in such a way. Quite lovely. Thank you.

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  6. zoya guatum, thank you!

    Sandy, you are welcome on both counts! Thank you for your poetry and your visits to my blog. You are a very gracious hostess!

    Jim, so glad you got this!

    Christine, I'm not surprised this speaks to your heart! You are welcome!

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  7. This is right up my bird poetry alley.

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  8. I can hear the rush in my ears as I'm listening in the woods with you. Very evocative.

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  9. Colleen, so glad you like it!

    Patrick, glad to have you along!

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