The art of poetry

The art of poetry

A Poem by Eilis
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This is a bird

"
There the trees wave, wind fingering 
through them, the adolescent hair 
of their leaves thick with life and the promise 

of a burgeoning spring. This is the leaf 
hand     flipping    itself again and again 
as the wind twists the tiny wrists of living limbs. 

Have you ever heard it said that a poet will repeat 
herself as many times as there are dawns 
to get lost in. A professor once told me to pay attention 

to the ways the flitting birds of a poet’s syntax 
and diction move through every poem like the wind 
is moving through these trees right now. Look, 

I’m not sure if it’s entirely true but I do 
happen to notice the way Seamus Heaney spoke
of stone and soil as though they were altars

of his own choosing. And the way that I tend
to make a golden calf of the bird and thread him
through the dense tapestry of my own poetry. 

Today, on the sun-drowned lawn--wind-flicked,
pocked with a million eyes of purple violet,
I saw a solitary grackle. This is a bird

I have never seen before aside from the blurred
glances at afar & in groups of dozens upon dozens
staining the air with their light-woken wings. 

How the sun hits those feathers and clothes the birds
in the richness of robes fit, once, only for kings.
But here, there was a solitary bird, strutting 

the back lawn, dismantling the swollen heads
of dandelion flowers that have started to go
to seed. And down low there, where the bird

is bigger than the other things of its kingdom--
the things it eats and digs and dreams--that grackle
filled his canopy with those tiny feathers

of seed. And I sat beyond him, perched behind
a pine, watching him wave the inanimate to life. There
where the trees waved: wind fingering 

through them, and a lost bird
formed a kingdom when 
he found himself alone. 

© 2020 Eilis


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the syntax and poetry do move through this like the wind, Eilis, like the bird that finds it's own kingdom, the watcher watching the solitary world of the grackle, the bird unaware, and yet the two, the observer and the bird, seem to be in harmony, almost like the bigger questions of life are forgotten or remembered in the rustle of feathered knowledge, here is a bird, this is a poem, f*****g good poem, not sure if my review makes sense, but can feel the fingers of wind, that leaf flipping, that sense of watching the wonder of nature, unconnected but connected by the solitary beauty of it all, great poem,

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

10 Months Ago

I suppose I am always seeking that connectedness to nature but at the same time looking for the huma.. read more
gram linski

9 Months Ago

you're welcome, Eilis, always a pleasure reading your work



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Very descriptive and nice poem. I enjoyed it a lot. It was beautiful!

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

9 Months Ago

Thank you, JungLee. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.
JungLee

9 Months Ago

You are welcome
This poem has a compelling irresistible effect: “ This is the leaf
hand flipping itself again and again
as the wind twists the tiny wrists of living limbs. “

and has a surreal dreamy feel befitting the subject: “ a lost bird
formed a kingdom when
he found himself alone. ”

Definitely, to me this poem is inventive analogy of ideas, looking at the obvious of every day, and yet evoking a new experience, quite the example of a very good poetry. It’s a keeper in my WC-library.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

9 Months Ago

Thanks very much, Laurel Oak. I like the things you see in the poem. I’m glad you enjoyed. I appre.. read more
This is the very definition of transcendence in words dear Eilis! I wasn't expecting that, but then again how can one expect something that isn't:) or is and wasn't:) I do repeat myself... certain themes return even if I wasn't conscious of them being invoked again. I suppose in the mandate of expression the expression always evolves.. particularly when the resolution is fluid in the mind of its creator:) I love perhaps more than anything else in this journey of write when consonant minds of authors meet in the same places hundreds of years or even days later and that synaptic click occurs:) what a great piece of perspective this was

Posted 10 Months Ago


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Eilis

10 Months Ago

Thanks so much, Robert. That collaborative thing is one of the best aspects of poetry, for sure. I n.. read more
very much enjoyed reading .. well done ... all the tools of poetry gliding as one says i ... my small cabin sits on a steep incline so that in front it is one floor but the back has two and the tops of the trees from the upper deck are at eye level as the holler rolls down to the creek ... i was watching them this morning ... just before dawn as their tops were wind fingering ... your poem gives me that experience .. well done ... i think this is a beautiful work Eilis! ... crafted and surgical so there was no thought to change, remove nor add while I read ... just the wind the trees and an unlikely grackle ... and closing with soft, deep philosophical peace ... complete in alone :) well done says i!
E.


Posted 10 Months Ago


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Eilis

10 Months Ago

Thanks very much, E. Your property sounds lovely and peaceful. My in-laws live in a cabin on 30 acre.. read more
Einstein Noodle

10 Months Ago

:) well ... we can be as one when the tree tops sway eh!? peace
Love this poem, Ellis. It's inspirational. It is a veritable torrent of assonance, alliteration, creative metaphor. Even the creative line spacing adds to its classic aura. You elevate your product with finesse, never stooping to the vulgar copout we see in so many posted works these days. One of my literary mentors explained that prurient vulgarity is a deflection used by people with the limited vocabulary of a small mind. I love writing about the craft, too, but can only dream of your level of expertise. Another professor told me once I was outstanding -- in the rain. Well done. -- Doug

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Eilis

10 Months Ago

Thanks so much for this comment, Doug. You say a lot of really nice things and I appreciate your app.. read more
This is a magnificent feat of literature! So very beautifully rendered and moved me deeply. The whole presentation of this piece leaves me meandering through nature, poetry and the self, it is all encompassing, superb! :)

Posted 10 Months Ago


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Eilis

10 Months Ago

Thank you so much, Ruth! I’m glad you enjoyed the poem and it moved you in some way. Nice to meet .. read more
Ruth

10 Months Ago

Nice to meet you too Eilis...my pleasure :)
You are an unbelievable writer.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

10 Months Ago

That’s a very kind thing to say, thank you.
light and ashes

10 Months Ago

From what I've seen.. it's very true..
You're welcome.
the syntax and poetry do move through this like the wind, Eilis, like the bird that finds it's own kingdom, the watcher watching the solitary world of the grackle, the bird unaware, and yet the two, the observer and the bird, seem to be in harmony, almost like the bigger questions of life are forgotten or remembered in the rustle of feathered knowledge, here is a bird, this is a poem, f*****g good poem, not sure if my review makes sense, but can feel the fingers of wind, that leaf flipping, that sense of watching the wonder of nature, unconnected but connected by the solitary beauty of it all, great poem,

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

10 Months Ago

I suppose I am always seeking that connectedness to nature but at the same time looking for the huma.. read more
gram linski

9 Months Ago

you're welcome, Eilis, always a pleasure reading your work

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