Birdies

When birds burp, it must taste like bugs. Bill Watterson

The clear song of the early wren

trills between the wake up sounds,

from hedges, bush and to fascine

it looses his sharp vibrato cheer,

 

looking through my little pane,

I see a robin sitting notes to sing,

auburn, orange, he blows his whistle,

my morning is open, my day begins

 

again but still so new, I see the silver lines

on and through the spider’s web, trembling,

on the corner of the gutter a sparrow trots,

staccato but light-hearted, the twittering,

 

I hear their song ringing in my heart

hum on the rhythm of this little poem

before I even see them, I feel them in my head,

the birdies, which make me leave my bed.

 

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

10/01/2015

 

Reviews

[armin]

what a great start to a pleasent and gracious morning.

looking through my little pane,
I see a robin sitting notes to sing,
auburn, orange, he blows his whistle,
my morning is open, my day begins

Loved the expression of birds ' I see a Robin sitting notes to sing', nice imagery.
good job.

armin. ...

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you, Armin. Glad you liked it. Have a good day. :) Rudi

[anne]

looking through my little pane,
I see a robin sitting notes to sing,
auburn, orange, he blows his whistle,
my morning is open, ...:))

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

I'm so glad for you, Anna. Happy you liked it too. :) Rudi

[Confuser]

The study of birds: You made my night, I love them so much Rudi. For my whole life and this poem is so absolutely beautiful, beautiful. I said it aloud, and I know Glen liked it too. It is so wonderful. Wow. You are such a great poet. I have a thrusher here, a new experience for me; he hisses at me; it's funny! They run...brown, large, with gorgeous white spots on his chest, he's did it 3 times and I say, I'm leaving - Before I even see them, I feel them in my head...lovely. And they are. Have loads of bird stories. Your poem is unreal. Thank you. Dale

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you so much. After all the dramatic events in France, I forced myself to think about something joyful and happy. Birds were the first think that popped into my mind. :) Rudi

[Confuser]

Great poem. I rewrote the poem, but that's it. Would never be satisfied anyway. Now birds are wonderful subject: I've always watched them; love the woodpeckers, we have many, several species. Anyway....

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Woodpeckers are not common here. Saw one in my lifetime, I think. But have good memories of the cartoon Woody Woodpecker. :) Rudi

[Confuser]

Rudi, my favorite; and I laugh at your comment; Woody W. is great! We, my husband and I recieved a wonderful blessing this summer; on the deck, fledgling, black and white checks, 7; then parents. But not Downy; Unreal/I have been researching. Cockaded, they could be, if so endangered in SC. Anyway.....Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Sounds of bird make us want to come alive.
"I hear their song ringing in my heart
hum on the rhythm of this little poem
before I even see them, I feel them in my head,
the birdies, which make me leave my bed."
Your poem made me wish for the days of Spring and the return of the singing birds. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you John, for passing by and reading my poem. Have a good day, my friend. :) Rudi

[Rene Salinas]

Well I would be somehwat lying if I did not confess to have an attraction for the Raven or birds with similar attitude. Really when it comes down to it the birds are all about seeing from a very ignorant standpoint of view that is. I associate that with bearing witness. Ultimately related humanly to the sense of "sight" not suprisingly then some old paintings chracterising the human being in many animal parts and then the head region would consequently be depicted by the bird. It is a slightly weird take on the write I do know but your words seem to spark that on me.

Thank You.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Yes, that's right, René, now that you say it. In Egypt, Thoth was the god with the ibis head, god of knowledge. A bird is also the primordial figures of death, it was said that the souls could take the form of birds and fly from the earth to heaven. According to Swedish and German folklore souls of suicided people, murderers and foundling could take the form of crows or the raven. :) Rudi

[Eagergreen]

The nostalgia I feel when reading this made my chest ache

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you for reading my writing. Glad you liked it. :) Rudi

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and right now i see them and feel them in my mind, even though it is a stark, empty, cold landscape of winter...
but the birds are coming, and i will eventually be leaving my bed.

really nice imagery in this...a breath of spring during single digit days.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you, Jacob. Maybe it's those simple things in life we can count on, that gives a safe feeling. After the attacks in France, I had to write something light-hearted as counterweight. :) Rudi