Nocturne (Blue Grosbeak)
Why tremble
when nothing
arrives to be seen?
The architecture
of the day
comes and goes
in the same
heartbeat,
a disturbance
more felt than heard.
But listen.
The grosbeak sings
his presence
and departs,
leaving behind
the echo
of a motion
blending with night.
The air is cool.
A leaf utters
its own message
and falls
unnoticed.
Nothing awaits it.
* * *.
O at the Edges 
Superb poem, Bob.
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Thank you, Emily. The Arthur Sze broadside has been framed. Now I just have to decide where it goes. A tough decision!
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Life is so full of surprising synchronicities. I interrupted in my daily reading of blogs by sudden urge to go outdoors … to discover the distinct sound of a raven! Excitement! Two years ago there was a nest two blocks away – they’re back! I eventually saw the familiar black wings down at end of the block, flying off toward that former nest site. And now I’m opening your poem – “disturbance more felt than heard” took me outside at just the right moment. Thanks for posting this one today. (Now it’s time to take a walk with my binoculars …)
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We live within the territory of three crows, but no ravens have laid claim tp our yard. Yet.
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We have two crows who have chosen our yard. With great originality I call them Jack and Jill. Although I can’t tell them apart. I speak to them. I believe they are intelligent. When they spread their wings and fly near us, they are so huge, so impressive. I love leaves too.
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We haven’t named the three, except one is the Limping Crow because, well…
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Hi your poem’s great. Don’t be so defensive! =D
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Thank you. I’m not sure whatnyou mean.
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Hi bob, thank you for posting yet another wonderful poem. Well, what more can I say than to confess that I read this poem over and over again to relish the beauty of nature in it and the philosophical aspect of it. Besides, I hope you’re doing great. Regards, Aji.
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I’m so pleased it resonated for you. All is well here.
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This captures so perfectly what I feel every time I hear a rustling in the magnolia that seems a different timbre, and I hope to see a grosbeak again but alas not this year…
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We’ve seen a few rose-breasted grosbeaks this year, but no blues. They are lovely!
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another beautiful poem you’ve created. “The leaf utters its own message, falls unoticed, nothing awaits.” I feel like this is a representation of strength. At first I thought loneliness , but no. This is something strong. Someting that is content on its own.
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Thank you.
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First off I want to say terrific blog! I had a quick
question in which I’d like to ask if you don’t mind.
I was interested to find out how you center yourself and clear your thoughts before writing.
I have had difficulty clearing my thoughts in getting my ideas out.
I truly do take pleasure in writing but it just
seems like the first 10 to 15 minutes are usually wasted
simply just trying to figure out how to begin. Any suggestions or tips?
Thanks!
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Thanks very much! I simply start – sometimes with a single word, sometimes a phrase or an image. It doesn’t matter what I use. Once something is down (on paper, on screen), I’ll riff on it. Of course I’ll often discard what I initially write. But that’s just my way, and it works for me. Everyone has a different approach.
By the way, I found your comment in my spam folder. I”m not sure why it was there, but thought I should let you know.
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