My Muse A Bird Among Lilacs
One small stripy nuthatch
Landed in my lilac
And dallied the morning
In song and sweet
Web of blooms
Behind enemy lines
I wrestled words
Onto the page
(I was losing)
I finally stood and walked
To the open window
Focusing on the bird
Its delightful offering
Of joy unleashed
Glittery words suddenly
Pirouetted and whirled
Through lacy leaves
Of that soothing music
As I rethought the simple
A place of peace
The slant of sun
Nature’s perfume
Who could resist
Telling that story?
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Who could resist
Telling that story?
Yes!
Enjoyed this moment in nature. Never heard of nuthatch before!
Yes! Thank you for “telling that story.”
This is lovely, Sylvia. I was especially hooked by the verbs. And BTW, I used the word dally earlier in the day in a poem I’m working on 🙂
Lovely. Especially enjoyed
Glittery words suddenly
Pirouetted and whirled
Through lacy leaves
Of that soothing music
Like the web of blooms, followed by the wrestling with words. This poem is full of movement. Also like that the end is a question.
I loved the images here, and the end turning to the reader with a question
Nice moment of surrender and all it took was one stripy nuthatch to help you win that battle behind enemy lines.
It’s always there, isn’t it, if we stop long enough to take it in
Beautiful imagery, delightfully written.
find the muse
where you may
I think my favorite image (among so many wonderful ones) is of being “behind enemy lines” wrestling words!! Oh yes! But inspiration was right there, it just needed to be noticed! Love this poem!
Poetry comes best for me when I stop trying to write the world. Your poem illustrates this so clearly. Such a joy.