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Sunday, April 21, 2013

Celebrate Poetry Month with Alana T.

Posted by Alana T.

The Invisible Birds of Central America
by Craig Arnold

The bird who creaks like a rusty playground swing
the bird who sharpens the knife     the bird who blows
on the mouths of milk bottles     the bird who bawls like a cat
like a cartoon baby     the bird who rubs the wineglass
the bird who curlicues     the bird who quacks like a duck
but is not a duck     the bird who pinks on a jeweller's hammer
They hide behind the sunlight scattered throughout the canopy
At the thud of your feet they fall thoughtful and quiet
coming to life again only when you have passed
Perhaps they are not multiple     but one
a many-mooded trickster     whose voice is rich
and infinitely various     whose feathers
liquify the rainbow     riplling scarlet
emerald indigo     whose treaming tail
is rare as a comet's     a single glimpse of which
is all that you could wish for     the one thing
missing     to make your eyes at last feel full
to meet this wild need of yours    for wonder

Click here for more information about Craig Arnold and his poetry.

P.S.  This poem reminded me of a scene from David Attenborough's Life of Birds TV program from many years ago.  In this clip, you can see and hear the Superb Lyrebird imitating, not only other birds, but also (sadly, I think), machine-based sounds, including chain saws in the forest.

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