Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Posted on August 2, 2018 by Linda Lee Lyberg
By David González Romero – originally posted to Flickr as Birdie, CC BY 2.0, Link
d’Verse MTB punctuation and enjambment in poetry
MLMM Tale Weaver #182- Strange Things in My Neighborhood
Category: PoetryTags: D'Verse Poets Pub, death, dying, free verse, MLMM, Spirit
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They are such beautiful creatures… ❤️
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They truly are…Thank you for your lovely words.
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I’m so sorry for your loss but it did inspire a beautiful poem
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Thank you Kaylaann. Your words mean so much.
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You’re very welcome
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Those em-dashes where really well placed… love the sad poem, and hope there are places somewhere else for them to soar.
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Thank you so much Bjorn. As do I. That makes two I’ve lost this year.
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As long as they’re safe from idiots with traps and guns, they’re lucky. Death comes to us all. I hope your lovebirds get their fair share of life first 🙂
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Thank you Jane. Considering I go through about 50lbs of seed a week, they never go hungry to be sure.
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Maybe they’re getting too fat?
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Doubtful. There’s about 3 dozen of them and of course, the pigeons, doves, cow birds and birds every other bird in the neighborhood visits! Even the hawk swoops in from time to time to nab a dove or two.
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You have your own little ecosystem going there 🙂
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Haha! Yes, I watch nature unfold from my window. 🙂
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Lucky!
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A dear poem and such beautiful birds. My Aunt used to have a pair of lovebirds when I was young. I loved visiting her and getting to see them.
I can understand you growing attached to them. ❤
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Thank you so much.
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Hi Linda, thanks for sharing your thoughts with this week’s tale weaver. I see lots of rosellas around where I live. The question as to the purpose of life is pertinent for us all.
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Yes, no doubt. Thank you.
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This is beautifully poignant!
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Thank you!
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How lucky you are to see those birds everyday ~ Of course, its sad to lose them as you have become attached to them. I am reminded everyday of how short life can be, when I see flowers fade away or feathers on the ground.
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Thank you Grace. Yes, it’s so true about life.
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I like the suggestion that their purpose is deeper something we can’t see.
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Thank you Frank. I do too.
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Love Birds aren’t regulars by me. Though I have some colorful other birds.
Just seeing the Cardinals bright reds, Blue Jays, and Purple finches… sigh.
While away I saw mostly gulls and sea birds. One or two sparrows though.
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Very nice! They are not native to Arizona, but the story goes they escaped from an aviary and started breeding in the wild. They like Arizona, because the climate is similar to Africa, where they originated. Thanks for reading!
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I’ve seen some bright yellow finches… that I thought might have been someones pet parakeet. Sad when things are left where they shouldn’t be but happy when they adapt.
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Yes, true. I’ve had a couple of parakeets as well come visit.
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So sad! Yet very will done… and an interesting question even if unanswerable.
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Thank you Dwight.
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You have a very special and loving heart ☺❤
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Thank you Walt.😘❤️
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You’re very welcome! 😉❤
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Almost moved me to tears. So beautiful
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Thank you so much.
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You’re welcome!
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This is another poem musing on the great mysteries of life and death. Is it the time of year? Or is the default setting we go to when we don’t have a subject prompt? Or is it Bjorn talking about full stops? Either way, I like this very much. I like the way you start with something very concrete, and then move on to the abstract.
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Thank you. For me, true. This really happened the day before and my mind took me on this journey.
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A gentle, sad and thoughtful reminder that death comes to us all, especially the lines:
‘Their death always reminds me of how brief our life can be
one day you turn around —
see half your life now gone and what you do
from this moment is the legacy that will live on’.
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Thank you Kim.
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It is really heart breaking to see any living creature go, but this is life all about.
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Yes, it is so true.
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They will continue to soar as they move on from this world. A beautiful poem in remembrance of them 😊
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Thank you Dorinda. I appreciate your lovely words.
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You’re welcome, Linda ❤
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A beautiful eulogy! The punctuation truly accentuated the pathos. 🙂
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Thank you Frank. Appreciate your kind words.
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My pleasure, Linda! 🙂
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My life is more than half done now and I wonder every day what to do. The longer we live the more alone we find ourselves and then we all must take that final journey. Alone, almost as a child again.
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Yes, so true. Thank you for your kind words.
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Beautiful birds — and beautiful words, Lynda. In the end, we each must go alone…
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Yes, thank you Lynn.
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You’re welcome, Linda (sorry I misspelled your first name).
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It’s okay. Happens all the time. 😊
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Beautifully done, Linda! A sad circumstance with a fitting eulogy.
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Thank you Charley.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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