Stone Birds of Hope

Still working on my manuscript in bits and pieces, but also involved in other things. My niece has been posting photographs of her garden and backyard. I, of course, have to play with all of those colors. Today, I found a poem in the images I created. It spoke to me of my own meandering process.

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Stone Birds of Hope

Have been swimming through a sea
of words. Some of them make sense
while others sound like croaking
frogs hidden in a swamp of lily pads.
No more than echo booms floating
through lazy summer afternoon,
joined by buzz and hum of unknown
busy insect seeking whatever
insects seek. Others are mere darting
shadows of small birds caught in side
glance as they search out insects
to bring home to ever-growing
fledgling offspring.

Had hope and simple single idea
when I started but path keeps parting
into new and different tangents, fast
becoming numerous fragments
of meandering memory and forgotten
feelings. It takes time to learn language
of darting shadows,
croaking booms,
and buzzing hums,
while hope becomes stone birds
taking majestic flight while still
seeking home.

Amy3 stone birds

Elizabeth Crawford  7/22/14

Notes: If you click on the second image (kaleidoscope image I made from the first photo) you might see the flight of the stone birds I found. They could also be prehistoric moths come to make holes in my future plans, or gigantic butterflies that speak of transforming stone dreams into breathing reality.

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About 1sojournal

Loves words and language. Dances on paper to her own inner music. Loves to share and keeps several blogs to facilitate that. They can be found here: https://1sojournal.wordpress.com/ http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/ http://claudetteellinger.wordpress.com/
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5 Responses to Stone Birds of Hope

  1. WOW! Spectacular poem. I especially love the stone birds and those last three lines. LOVE the river photo and the gorgeous kaleidoscope image. Glorious.

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  2. It seems that you and your kaleidoscope can do anything you want! A lovely poem.

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  3. oldegg says:

    Making a kaleidoscope of what our eyes see, reveals rather than obscures the complexity of life and the parallel worlds that exist around us. It certainly does take time to learn the language of darting shadows.

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  4. Gorgeous, Elizabeth! I find the language in the second stanza to be musical and wise, filled with imagery.

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