Losing Your Shell

secure and warm... from misty rain...

In the month of June when we see a new moon... 

a turquoise egg will begin to crack 

with soft silky feathers laid back... 

The world is at their beck and call 

after all we need beautiful Robins with

tiny beeks to steal our hearts... 

We start singing the song in Spring... 

When the Red Red Robin comes 

Bob Bob, Bobbin along... 

Little boys with their Race Cars and 

Little girls with their Dolls are 

discovering aqua marine egg shells 

under their race cars and doll carriages...  

The day is virtually alive with the new birth 

of fledglings who will break each day with a song... 

    

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Even if not around any bird watchers, I'd wager that EVERYONE (among our generation) grew up with a fondness for robins, with the iconic red-breasted males & robin's eggs used endlessly to identify the ultimate shade of light blue with a hint of turquoise. You've packed this poem with memories, including the "bob, bob, bobbin along" song that must've been a sixth-grade camp classic. The way you load up on poignant imagery, your nest is full & overflowing! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

Margie dear... yes... new life is constantly cracking open to reveal new ideas and inspired approaches to
every day situations. Eggs and eyes have irresistible colors that seduce and soothe our need for nourishment for our body and soul. as ever, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes, Margie... we grew up with Robins and without
realizing, they seemed to protect us while we as children would play hop-scotch on the sidewalk and the Robins were our guardian angels. Some things we always remember vividly. hugs, Pat

[barleygirl]

In my youth, I played a favorite song incessantly on the guitar . . . it was sung by Joan Baez: "Diamonds & Rust" . . . my favorite line in the song was comparing the lost love's eyes to robin's eggs. I swear, I literally swooned when I sang that becuz I was picturing that amazing color in my mind's eye! *smile*

[Patricia Wedel]

Thanks for sharing the amazing story. When we were young... songs and music did leave us swooning.
I would cry when I had a "crush" on a cute guy who was not on the same page... but music always soothed the trauma of lost love that never was.
I love the song, "And when I grow too old to dream, I'll have you to remember". truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

I will listen to "Diamonds and Rust" by Joan Baez...
shortly today. Bless you dear heart. Pat

[barleygirl]

Thanks for the share! *smile*

[emmajoy]

Simply said but utterly true.... I love robins, I love your poem... thank you for smiling into my Friday! xx

( Had to edit my previous review, so sorry. )

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful photo and amazing words dear Pat. Nature is artwork for the wise. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Pryde Foltz]

So nice. You always create such a garden of splendour with your poetry. We are so lucky to have you at the cafe. Thank you, Pat:)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pryde... I am speechless... you review is a like a gift of Peonies whose fragrance is beyond belief.... a reflection of your own talent where we love to retreat. truly, Pat

[Robert Trakofler]

I has a robin make a nest out of my bedroom window when I was a little boy I would sneak peaks at the fledglings but the mother would always swoop at the window if she saw me so I had to be very careful not to startle I used to think they looked like space aliens with blue unopened eyes the way they would jerk there big heads around animated the mind flow this poem reminded me of this Patricia:)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Robert... I love the idea of a fledgling Robins with their eyes closed... looking like space aliens.
Imagination is wonderful at any age... thanks for sharing your childhood in such an animated way. truly, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

I like the way birds go about their business in such an unintrusive way. THis fine write reminds me of the poem Who killed c**k robin? My fav as a kid.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew... the birds have a lot of space to fly
unencumbered flying to branches everywhere. I googled Who killed c**k robin. Written under a different name in 1744... there is since then you could think of Robin Hood himself.... interesting.
Thanks for stirring my curiosity. More fun for me than a Cross Word Puzzle... and easier. As ever, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

This little poem is bursting with life. When those eggs hatch and we have little birdies to continue to keep us all happy. I love my garden friends and we had a cheeky Robin in the past who at times hopped into our kitchen to sit on the mat. Happy as could be. No Robins now we have a cat, they stay away, but the magpies come on the deck and pinch her biscuits, and then there are my blackbirds who sing me awake each morning. Love this little poem of pure joy. Add children into the recipe and you have perfection Pat. Beautiful poetry.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Christine... love the "bursting with life" and the cheeky robin that sat on your mat... and the magpie that pinched the cat's biscuits. Thanks for your charming review. I just read on my I-phone that the recent hurricane Dorian that devastated Bermuda and parts of the Caribbean... also lost so many Parrots and Nuthatches ... the number is huge... some almost to total extinction. This hurts me deeply and many mourn their loss... not to mention the loss of homes and trees that were part of th tourist attraction... and so forth. When we loose our feathered friends...
we are left behind. truly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

So sad to hear about that loss Pat. To lose species almost to the point of extinction just confirms how cruel mother nature can be when she turns :(

[Patricia Wedel]

Chris... I was stunned to read about the loss of Birds.
One area in the Caribbean I believe that was hit... the birds would have normally have gone to the lowlands... however the humans had destroyed the forrest and planted the land with SugaR Cane. I read that many birds were in the "Eye" of the Hurricane in order to survive. It is not clear how many did survive. I love all feathered friends to the point..
I will forever mourn their loss... they are the dearest
creatures to be created. Amen... Pat

[Chris Shaw]

All too often the focus is purely on the human side. We do not get the full picture of how our animal and bird friends suffer along with us. You are one caring lady. I feel your hurt.

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you Chris... today Sunday we have on the ledge of our Dec outside the kitchen window--:
read moreThank you Chris... today Sunday we have on the ledge of our Dec outside the kitchen window--:
male and female Cardinals and Mourning Doves. I think the Blue Jays have moved on this time of year.
I have also seen unusual birds this Spring and Summer that I cannot identify, but sometimes my Bird and Blooms Magazine present photos of various birds...
so I learn as I grow in my love of birds. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

(continued) we have on the Deck of our Kitchen window-- male and female Cardinals and even their young fledglings who are learning to be Alert and
enjoy the various seed and oiled Sunflower seeds that we leave on the ledge of the deck. We also have Mourning Doves and Wrens and Sparrows, and many other birds I need to identify. I love the song,
"His eye is on the Sparrow, and I know He watches me". Hope your weather is pleasant and not too much rain. We do love the Rain and sunshine. as ever, Pat

[Kelly Scheppers]

We had a trellis outside our kitchen door that housed a small porch. One spring, a robin nested in one of the openings, and if you stood tippy-toed, you were able to look inside the nest. I'll never forget the color of blue the eggs were, and the sight of the fledglings with their little beaks. Every spring afterwards, there were always more robins in our yard, and what a joy it was to see them. Such a beautiful piece, Pat...and so typically "you" to write so eloquently of nature!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Kelly... standing tippy-toed to see Robin blue eggs is expressed so lovingly... When you think of all the birds in the world and their individual beauty of colors and markings, we realize how intricately created they must have been... The beautiful birds are the Harbingers of Winter to prepare lodging for their families when cold winds blow. They are Angels of song to share and celebrate the goodness that comes about when we celebrate the Seasons and reasons to Rejoice. Thank you Kelly for sharing your story. As ever, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

it is a new day ..every day ..thank you for putting me in this one ...with the hatchlings and soft hues of wonderful Spring ... how it enlivens even the dullest of senses and people ;) and boy did you ever pluck the strings with the red robbin bob bob bobbin' along .. me Ma use to sing it to me to cheer me up .. or just to send me off on me day with joy and happiness .. oh i can hear her voice and see her so clearly .. a long time ago :)))))))))))) thank you!!! thank you very much Pat!
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear E.... if only we could relive those days of innosense when our Mom would sing those simple songs. My Mom Raised Parakeets and we kept Debbie who could talk... when we repeatedly said... I love you and Whatcha doing... or Happy Birthday or Merry Christmas. The breeding Box was on the Wall by my Bed on a Shelf. Guess that is why I have a kinship with feathered friends. I was an only child, but adopted my cousins and friends at school. Yes, we can see our Mothers clearly, even on a foggy day.
truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

yes ... i think when Ma was singing that song she was tenderly peeling my shell of ;))))))))))))))))))))) we had a parakeet for a while .. never did learn to talk .. not sure what happened to him ...

[Patricia Wedel]

dear E... my husband Roger teaches me to speak...
more succinctly... and I teach him to dance in the Kitchen. Life is like peeling hard boiled eggs...
very carefully and gently... first cooling them in cold water. There are many secrets to learning to break out of your shell. truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha yes ... the cooling is the trick! what a pair you and your husband make ... makes me smile to imagine ... speaking succinctly .. then a twirl in the kitchen :))))))))))))) gotta love it!

[Patricia Wedel]

Hi E... Roger and I met at Bronco Billy's... a Country Music Bar with a Buffet. pay the cover charge and eat all the large shrimp... which you take off the shell and eat dipped in cocktail sauce. I asked him...
"Do you want to dance". and he said, "Not unless they play, "Because of you, God made Oklahoma". (a two room flat and a Calico Cat...) -- so I asked the Band to play that Song... and then went back "for the dance. truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

i think you have told me that ... same dance ... different room ;) both charming and romantic

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Everyday miracles accrue in the form of births of every creature around the world... A magnificent look into this never ending phenomenon.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Dale... when creatures of every species emerge into our world... they are so adorable and immediately have little radars that pick up on every sound and gesture. Thank you for your stellar review.
as ever, Pat