After Before
A return to that
time when silence
reigned. The neighbor’s
guinea fowl have long
departed, but three cedars
drop needles in the driveway
even as reluctant growth
pushes out from the oaks’
limbs. Nothing circles
below the clouds, no
roosters crow. Feeders
hang still and empty.
The wrens remain
cloistered. You read
these events as separate
birdless chapters, all
hushed in the dappled
air, passages carried
yet confined by nearly
soundless threads
suspended from the
persimmon tree. You admit
a status as sentient
protein, one meal among
many, while you rest
and absorb
the soft ticking
of eighteen eager
juvenile mantises
on the porch screen.
“After Before” first appeared here in December 2015.
nearly / soundless threads / suspended from the / persimmon tree …
Something to chew on!
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I’ll leave that to the mantises. 🙂
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Such flowing, mesmeric, language
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I blame it on the birds!
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An inspired piece.
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Thank you, S.B.
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Birdless…I can’t imagine it. (K)
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Hard to imagine.
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❤️
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It’s a wonder the greedy corporates haven’t made a smorgasbord of all the birds and consumed them into extinction yet……. Really !! 18 Mantises on your porch screen, Ah a sight to be seen…..
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We’re just lucky, thus far. Yes, the mantis sighting was spectacular.
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So delicate, Bob!
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There are many days like that, Sudhanshu. Thank you.
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Your descriptions of the unheard sounds that silence reveals, have got me thinking. Today I am going to wander in the snow and ponder.
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Then I have properly done my job! Thank you, and enjoy the wander/ponder.
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I LOVE “birdless chapters”–what a wonderful phrase.
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So pleased you liked it. Thank you.
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Most welcome!
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I went there with you through your words, which caused me to think back on the many times I glare out my porch at the birds that I so love, mulling over the same possibilities, concerns, imaginings and hope. So perfectly expressed.
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Thank you, Kimberly. Much appreciated. We’re definitely kindred spirits.
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Oh how I miss WordPress, and the spirits and hearts within it, you. I was blessed to have come across you, and others like you – many kindreds. I’m fighting with all of my might to get through that in which is disabling me from creating, as well as not getting scrambled eggs for thoughts while struggling through the reader. My most recent post is far from the old me – I’m far from the old me, but it was a first step, and I am climbing. Until I reach “the place” I’m heading, it’s wonderful to know that we can still be kindred folk without my written words as they once were. Then again, kindreds don’t need words. 😉 Hmmm, then again, what would WP be without words?
Thank you love.
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Words help, but they aren’t always necessary. Keep climbing. You’ll get there!
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