Wednesday, May 25, 2016

My Bird Sings Comments

Rating: 5.0

My bird is up and singing at 4am.

Long before the sun, my bird has arisen…
His song heard from the high trees across the way.
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hadia aziz 03 September 2018

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Susan Williams 29 May 2016

You have captured that moment in every way that it is possible to catch it. There's a magic to the dawn that is accompanied by a bird greeting it. My brother gets mad at these dawn singers, I was amazed at his dour attitude! , I love being awakened by that happy chee-chee-cheer-up cheer-up. It tickles me that your poem also has a rhythm that matches a bird bouncing from branch to branch. Your poem is full of thoughtful reflections and shifting images and you captivated my soul with: - - - - - - By first light, my bird has encouraged a chorus… Avian varieties of birdsong, each unique; Overlapping refrains of Good Morning, Each greeting the new day dawning. Fantastic poem!

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Bill Galvin 29 May 2016

Thanks so much, Susan... to know you've touched another soul with painted-picture words only and been able to convey a moment in time is a poet's plan, and purpose, and humble gift, if a reality.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 25 May 2016

A wonder of nature's manifestation beautifully portrayed in this short and sweet song. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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Bill Galvin 26 May 2016

Your synopsis is much appreciated, Ratnakar.

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