Bird Lady

Bird Lady

A Poem by LJW

She was the crack in the priceless vase

the sum total of all that went before her
minus anyone yet to come and she was only
looking for a  place to lay her tired  head
with a  pitched roof that didn't leak and a
dog that didn't howl when the moon was full.

 

The thickening of her waist came about
two years after the dust settled white

on the slant top desk with the hidden
compartment; the one she hunches over

as if she's dedicated her life to writing
something important enough to share.

 

No one told her that egrets croak like frogs
or that a loon calls for his mate long after
her death or that still water is swirling
with tiny organisms and baby whirlpools

directly below the translucent surface,

so she throws  stale bread in the pond
hoping that a falcon swoops down and lands
on her outstretched arm without making a sound.

 

When she is finished with the birds she will
straighten her back as best she can and walk

all the way back home thinking of what to say

and how to best describe nature as she sees it
on her frequent walks through the deep woods:

where robins pull worms from the mud at the water's
edge and  foundling sparrow fall from their nests.

 

 

 

 

 

© 2018 LJW


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As with Marie I relate so much to this. A large part of my life has been birds. I have been a falconer and I have painted them for ever. I have been blessed with so many wonderful sights and pleasures that have been part of the natural world and these have coloured every aspect of all of my art.
For those reasons and more, I too do not see this as lonely. I also see it as solitude and not in a sad way but in a wonderous way.
This writing is itself wonderous in its composition and construction not just in its subject matter. I am honestly astounded.

Posted 6 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.

LJW

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much. This piece is autobiographic. I an indeed the bird lady. Growing up in New Englan.. read more
Larry Dyson

6 Years Ago

@ Ken and LJW...I so agree about the solitude being enjoyed and relished.. I love the recreation of .. read more
LJW

6 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words.



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I'm sitting up here a mile north of the Vermont border in waist-deep snow, watching the wind blow the puff of snow from the top branches of the beech trees, and dreaming about the spring peepers who will emerge from the frozen pond in early May. Most of them will die before mating, just like those sparrows, but as you say, this is what life is all about.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I enjoyed reading this poem, it is haunting, yet, so intriguingly beautiful, this is a work of an artist at her high point. She has taken the strange and weird and put new life into it. It is a great poem and I hope to read more of your work.

Posted 11 Months Ago


"She was the crack in the priceless vase
the sum total of all that went before her"

Wow, what a way to start off. :) This piece was so brilliantly set up - I can almost imagine you stacking each word with dedicated concentration like one would a jenga tower.
I'm sure much has been made of the imagery in the reviews below, and rightful so because it really did captivate with each line. Great piece. So glad it was recommended to me. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LJW

6 Years Ago

Thank you, Vesa.

Jenga gives me anxiety. So does thinking too much while writing
This is quite a telling portrait you have painted here. I love reading this aloud, especially the third stanza, so beautiful..."No one told her that egrets croak like frogs" such a lovely line. I can see this woman, this life.

Posted 6 Years Ago


LJW

6 Years Ago

Thanks so much.

It's cool to paint a portrait others can see.
Alfred Hitchcock will get you for this
HAI!!!

Posted 6 Years Ago


LJW

6 Years Ago

lol
Something in the tone of the first two stanzas reminded me of a woman I did yardwork for, beginning when I was about fourteen. After I had finished mowing the lawn or pulling weeds, I'd come in and visit with her. Catharine was a dedicated spinster who enjoyed collecting art glass paperweights and reading. Her eyes were well on their way to failing her. She was legally blind, though she did her best with an intense prescription. Occasionally, when I was enjoying a glass of cold water and possibly a sandwich she had kindly made for me...she'd ask me to help her identify which lagre-print books or audio materials had arrived from the Washington State services for the blind. Often, she would send me home with back issues of Smithsonian magazine. Catharine was my favorite client.

Thank you for this beautiful poem.

Posted 6 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

LJW

6 Years Ago

Thank you Russell for reading and commenting.

Catharine. The quintessential old lady n.. read more
Russell Munroe

6 Years Ago

"You have a poem waiting to be written in that little story."

Yes, I think you are ri.. read more
Such an amazing bit of imagery in this piece. I'm fascinated with birds, myself, though I have never actually owned one. I can sit, however, at the beach and watch them fly for hours on end imagining what it would be like to see from their eyes.

This was a very well laid out and well written piece. As I said, the imagery was fantastic, and the metaphors just as divine. I love pieces that are written about "real life", and I feel that this one had a strong under current of the relevant and true. Perhaps you are the "Bird Lady"...?

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LJW

6 Years Ago

Yes, I am indeed the bird lady.

Thank you for your review. Means a lot, Sarah.
I feel like some of the pacing felt weird with the use of new lines, but the whole piece was both sad and beautiful. I enjoyed the last stanza a lot with how you brought all the birds into it.

Posted 6 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

LJW

6 Years Ago

I agree John. The pacing IS weird. Cool that you mentioned it.

Thanks for your comments.. read more
Love this! wow. I do this! walk away from the pond thinking of how to best describe things. It's just such a wonderful thing that writers have in them to want to convey the beauty of things so that people can see it. I think this is a brilliant write and I connected with it. Your detailed images, very nicely done.

My fav part:

so she throws stale bread in the pond
hoping that a falcon swoops down and lands
on her outstretched arm without making a sound.

When she is finished with the birds she will
straighten her back as best she can and walk
all the way back home thinking of what to say
and how to best describe nature as she sees it
on her frequent walks through the deep woods:
where robins pull worms from the mud at the water's
edge and foundling sparrow fall from their nests.

But all was well done and well written.


Posted 6 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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LJW

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Jennifer. Glad you dropped by.

There seems to be a lot of nature/bir.. read more
JenniferMarie

6 Years Ago

I'm a bird lover. :) I do love sparrows. I watch them at the dog park. They glide through the tall b.. read more
the imagery is fantastic...well done

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LJW

6 Years Ago

TY Mr. Gombeggar.

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