The Songs of Birds

A quadrille for Dverse Poets Pub. It is quadrille Monday and De is hosting. She has gifted us the word “fill” or a variant of the word.

The Songs of Birds
“You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.” ― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

It is cold and rainy but the trees
are speaking with the voices of birds.
Their songs fill the air –
they must have known I was lonely and
needed a friendly chirp or two.
I wander around this empty house
like a ghost – weeping.

43 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Michelle Denness
    Feb 10, 2020 @ 16:40:27

    You are never alone 🙂

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  2. rothpoetry
    Feb 10, 2020 @ 20:46:58

    Rainy days have a way of amplifying sadness. I am glad the birds still sing even on dreary sad days.

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  3. Sherry Marr
    Feb 10, 2020 @ 20:55:32

    Oh yes. I can hear the birds…..and see you, weeping. I love that the trees are speaking with the voices of birds. I hope their songs bring some comfort, Toni.

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  4. whimsygizmo
    Feb 10, 2020 @ 21:16:10

    Oh, Toni. I love that you are finding some tiny chirp of comfort in small places, and allowing the trees to sing to you. Sending you so much love, and hugs.

    I love that it’s the trees that are speaking, as I am always deeply enamored of tees.
    “the trees
    are speaking with the voices of birds”

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  5. Carrie V. H.
    Feb 10, 2020 @ 21:28:11

    Yes rain holds a sadness but birds a certain solace and joy. This is absolutely lovely Toni.

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  6. Christine Bolton
    Feb 10, 2020 @ 21:42:46

    What a lovely thought – the trees are speaking with the voices of birds ☺️ I’m happy you can find comfort in Nature on these dark days. ❤️

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  7. revivedwriter
    Feb 10, 2020 @ 21:44:22

    I like the idea of birdsong making one less lonely.

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  8. sarahsouthwest
    Feb 11, 2020 @ 01:27:40

    Oh, Toni. I can imagine the trees, bird-leaved, bird-voiced, and your sadness. So bleak.

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  9. kim881
    Feb 11, 2020 @ 04:04:38

    I admire the way you’ve used pathetic fallacy to explore your grief, Toni, and the way the ‘trees are speaking with the voices of birds’.

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  10. merrildsmith
    Feb 11, 2020 @ 08:36:53

    Trees speaking with the voices of birds is beautiful, and they do lighten the grey and rainy days. I’m so sorry about your grief.

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  11. Jane Dougherty
    Feb 11, 2020 @ 09:47:49

    Tree and birds don’t know grief, or if they do it’s only passing. Perhaps that’s why we take comfort from them. Nothing lasts, not even grief.

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    • kanzensakura
      Feb 11, 2020 @ 14:42:58

      I think I will carry this grief until I die. It will get better but it will never leave. Losing half of your heart and life stays with you. My mother grieved her husband until she died at 87.

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      • Jane Dougherty
        Feb 11, 2020 @ 14:51:34

        Never heal, but get easier to bear. My grandmother mourned thirty years for her husband who died when she was in her early fifties, and two children who died when they were three and five years old. She was on medication all the rest of her life, and it was always there in the background, but she had a life to live and she persevered with it. I know what you mean though and I wish it wasn’t like that.

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        • kanzensakura
          Feb 11, 2020 @ 15:05:18

          I know. But it is especially when you were each other’s focus. We didn’t have children on purpose.

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          • Jane Dougherty
            Feb 11, 2020 @ 15:07:01

            I think that’s the way they were, but losing children too just made her doubt any justice divine or otherwise. Given her background that was a difficult path to follow.

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            • kanzensakura
              Feb 11, 2020 @ 15:10:24

              One always expects to bury you parents but never your children. My cousin lost her son in a swimming incident when he was 11. She never recovered from it although she lived her life. Her husband suicided because he blamed himself. So tragic and heartbreaking.

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  12. Linda Lee Lyberg
    Feb 11, 2020 @ 10:18:53

    This is so poignant and beautiful Toni. My heart goes out to you, and I send you peace and light.

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  13. lillian
    Feb 11, 2020 @ 11:31:03

    The imagery is powerful here, Toni….just as your emotions and grief are. I think of your gardens and your trees and hope they provide you some comfort. You’ve written so often of sitting on your porch, walking in your garden…I hope the weather shall let you do this and those daffodils and blooming trees share their beauty with you.

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    • kanzensakura
      Feb 11, 2020 @ 14:40:46

      I think they will. I am not sure if I am up to a garden this year but there are plenty of blooms out for my bees. They are doing well and sharing bee hugs with each other.

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  14. hank77
    Feb 11, 2020 @ 11:55:12

    kaykuala

    How sad! At least there is some kind moments to cushion the sad moments! Good thoughts Toni!

    Hank

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  15. Yvonne Osborne
    Feb 11, 2020 @ 12:19:11

    I love air filled with the voice of birds. Sadly silence here but maybe soon?

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  16. Shaun Jex
    Feb 11, 2020 @ 13:52:34

    Speaking with the Voices of Birds is a really lovely and evocative line.

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  17. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Feb 11, 2020 @ 16:10:32

    So heavy with sorrow… still the birdsong has to be a little bit comforting.

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  18. Truedessa
    Feb 11, 2020 @ 19:38:11

    I am glad you were given birdsong to ease the loneliness. It must be extremely difficult for you.

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  19. purplepeninportland
    Feb 11, 2020 @ 20:44:58

    Look to the birds for happy sounds. At the very least, they are a distraction.

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  20. Frank Hubeny
    Feb 11, 2020 @ 22:22:31

    I like how you described the trees speaking through the birds.

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  21. rivrvlogr
    Feb 12, 2020 @ 12:30:40

    There is no song to end grief, only to remind us of good days and bad. Birdsong is definitely a gift.

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  22. Lona Gynt
    Feb 13, 2020 @ 05:23:00

    Such a masterful poem, beautiful and earthbound in its grief, beautiful because the undeniable grief frames the way the joy took flight. So hard to miss that. The trees and the birds are not commensal in this poem, but they are bound as one body, one species, a fluid unity. When the birds fly away, the tree may still be decked in greenery, but it is changed, speechless and missing a part of its life, a ghost weeping, as does the vault of heaven in the rain. I love how this poem ties all things together, what has loved and what has lost. I think of Amanda Shires song about being a bird, as if eyes didn’t know how to cry. Important and lovely poem Toni.

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  23. Lona Gynt
    Feb 13, 2020 @ 05:25:05

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