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November 2009 
For the Birds
Doug
Watercolor on paper 14X22"
I was thinking for the birds tonight
my father used to say that,
like when the news came
that our boat sunk
"that's for the birds" he said.
and I'm looking through the window
where you disappeared and I think:
that is for the birds.
Look at the birds of the air:
they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly
father
feeds them.
I'm sorry your spear
went through the dove.
mother
we buried her in the back yard.
you wept.
that is for the birds
that we connect and disconnect
that I fly so far
bouncing into the pretty colored bubbles
refracted from the white light perfection...
that is for the birds
and I think these colors
I wear
not white
unless they commingle
within the colors
of the feathers
I found where
you flew over.
well,
if I squint my eyes
and look at the feathers
I can almost imagine.
yes I can imagine
that I am;
(closer to death then philosophy,
closer to pain then intelligence,
closer to blood then ink,
closer to air)
for the birds.
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There is some otherworldly link inside our heads 2 be sure. Being a bird is one of my favourite wishes, little angles to be sure, the singing and the wings give them away. And then theres the way your thoughts make perfect sense to me.
Here's perhaps a link: I've been fascinating over since you reminded me of this poetmaster……
The Me Bird by Pablo Neruda
I am the Pablo Bird,
bird of a single feather,
a flier in the clear shadow
and obscure clarity,
my wings are unseen,
my ears resound
when I walk among the trees
or beneath the tombstones
like an unlucky umbrella
or a naked sword,
stretched like a bow
or round like a grape,
I fly on and on not knowing,
wounded in the dark night,
who is waiting for me,
who does not want my song,
who desires my death,
who will not know I'm arriving
and will not come to subdue me,
to bleed me, to twist me,
or to kiss my clothes,
torn by the shrieking wind.
That's why I come and go,
fly and don't fly but sing:
I am the furious bird
of the calm storm.
TY Shanti! I love the poem you sent!
Last night I found myself spiraling into the shadows of birds that somehow seem to be even more beautiful then looking up to see them. Maybe it's because they are closer to my walk on this earth path?
And I thought it was going to be a more upbeat poem when I first learned the name of the painting! And it's good because I want all of the colors and I love the full palette you use when you paint with your words, never fearful of wandering into the shadows.
There is always something in your art, be it your paintings or your poetry that renders me speechless. That indeed takes me on wings to fly into the edges and notches so easily overlooked in the obvious.
I like that, good medicine for fear of flying.
Thank you Doug.
Wow TY Lu!
I'm feeling speechless now!
September 1984 I had guests in my studio out in the fog zone of San Francisco, 39th and Geary. And when they all left me alone that evening I noticed someone had written in my journal. I had been passing it around sharing some poems.
“Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, he said. They came. He pushed them and they flew.”
Wow, I love that, it's pretty amazing!
I'm trying to find the words that come close without over- analyzing this. What comes up is that the quality/energy that is expressed through your work is somehow a catalyst to ……
And that is what art is all about isn't it?
Your creative verse flies so high and tumbles deep into the caverns of my own.
Hi Lu and Yes that is what it's all about
you put your right foot in, you put your right foot out, you put your right foot in and …
Hey Kimster, I see you too and no sitting this one out. get in here
cuz art is a contact sport and there are no spectators ;-)
For the birds and out of the woods…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ThR3rd6U_x4
TY Pearly! I wanted to find an image to send you of a bird and I like ravens so I did a google search through images using the key word “raven” and I was surprised with the results! Ironically the third image in the second row of an actual raven returned an error “403-Forbidden” when I clicked on it. The other “birds” I have not seen sailing over the trees in my back yard .
Anyway I'll go with the redwinged blackbird tonight.
http://www.birds-n-garden.com/free_graphics/1024_red-winged_blackbird.jpg
403… hmmm. I wonder the significance of that number and why it is Forbidden ~grin~ it would be a very large flock of ravens, that's for darn sure!
How about this pair ducking the rain in the moonlight? I also found this about ravens…
***To invoke Raven as bird of prophecy, you can use the old English rhyme used to interpret omens by the number of ravens, crows, or rooks seen in a flock:
One for bad news,
Two for mirth.
Three is a wedding,
Four is a birth.
Five is for riches,
Six is a thief.
Seven, a journey,
Eight is for grief.
Nine is a secret,
Ten is for sorrow.
Eleven is for love,
Twelve - joy for tomorrow. ***
*** Pulled directly in its content from http://www.druidry.org/obod/lore/animal/raven.html