Geese call
mournful fly past.
The year is reborn
Why does my heart
hear autumn’s sorrow?
poem-spring? March 28, 2021
Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:15 pm
Tags: autumn, geese, grief, loss, memory, micropoetry, poem, poetry, spring
Tags: autumn, geese, grief, loss, memory, micropoetry, poem, poetry, spring
Geese call
mournful fly past.
The year is reborn
Why does my heart
hear autumn’s sorrow?
poem- W September 14, 2016
Geese trying a new vocabulary
fly in W formation
I wonder
what will winter wind
waft or wallop webbed wonders
wandering west and south along waterways?
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poem-optimism March 1, 2016
Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:41 am
Tags: alliteration, assonance, consonance, geese, hamartia, hubris, metaphor, nest, onomatopoeia, osprey, poem, poetry, pride
Tags: alliteration, assonance, consonance, geese, hamartia, hubris, metaphor, nest, onomatopoeia, osprey, poem, poetry, pride
Each year a goose takes roost in
the osprey nest platform above the mill.
I suppose penthouse accommodations entice.
The view is lovely there,
and surely she feels superior to her kin
nesting waterfront (though their
recreational opportunities are greater).
Each year, after a month of goose occupancy,
the ospreys return.
I do not know the depth of the tragedy.
Do the evicted geese simply suffer homelessness,
or do they endure the grief of infanticide, as well?
Sometimes our lofty aspirations
are our undoing.
Our hubris is our hamartia,
but each year, in early spring, there’s a goose
in the osprey nest.
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.
.
Remember your Shakespeare lessons? Hamartia is the ‘fatal flaw’ of your personality that leads to your downfall (most commonly in literary tragedies). Hubris is an excess of pride.
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poem- wild geese November 8, 2015
Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:58 pm
Tags: autumn, Canada Geese, change, fly, geese, migration, poem, poetry
Tags: autumn, Canada Geese, change, fly, geese, migration, poem, poetry
In half a V,
a line of five geese flies to the lake.
Moments later,
another half, line of eight
flies from the lake.
I’m waiting for the perfect V of twenty
or thirty birds, but times have changed
and half the flock
must choose to take the bus
these days, or perhaps, to walk.
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poem- real estate April 8, 2014
Filed under: Poetry,video — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:28 am
Tags: allusion, canada, geese, metaphor, nest, osprey
Tags: allusion, canada, geese, metaphor, nest, osprey
The Canada Geese
have taken up penthouse accommodations
in the osprey platforms.
Two lady geese on two platforms
watch the cars pass on the highway
enjoying the view,
liking this nest.
They’re distant neighbours
proud to be moving on up.
I wonder how that will go
when the ospreys return?
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(Ospreys are raptor type birds that like to live beside lakes and rivers where they are avid fishers, are partial to building their huge nests on the T-bars of power poles. The hydro company and/or local naturalists, build platforms beside tempting poles to relocate them to safer premises. The ospreys will return to these nesting sites year after year. Apparently, the geese like them, as well! This video is from the other side of the country, back in 2011)
