Poem -
Magpies
That black and white bird
Sings everywhere I go
I can see it perched on a wire
Just outside my window
On the edge of the world
The moon has a curious glow;
when the soul wants to fly
But sees nowhere left to go
So I'm staying up late
With the fallen angels, again
Watching hope falling down;
Disguised as rain
And that black and white bird
Sings everywhere I go
Perched on a wire
Just outside my window
And there’s no place to hide
No place to go
And all that’s left is the night
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Same bird singing everywhere you go?
Sounds like an...
ANNOYING FRIEND...
Tell the bird...
HELLO!
FOR ME...
Thank You...
sparrowsong
Thanks Sparrowsong and I will say hello for you, next time I see Magpie
I'll say hi Magpie
What? Magpie will say
I've got a message from Sparrowsong
Who?
Sparrowsong; a friend
Okay
She says HELLO...
Hello to you too Sparrowsong, Magpie will say
Christopher :D
Intriguing poem, so symbolistic I love how thought provoking this is. Quality.
Thanks for comment, Steven, yes magpies are the most fearless, unkillable birds I've ever seen, I once visited the most northern city in Canada, and in winter, the cold hurts and I grew up in Canada, these birds were everywhere and seemed un-effected by cold, they hunt small animals in early morning rush hour, and traffic stops as they drag their bloody catch off the road, they are scary weird creatures from another time, not sure what they symbolize; but it's probably nothing good, cheers
Hi Cherie, how are things? I just love your comments just saying...I was just about to close up for the night; I'm so hungry right now, I can't even say...but I had to thank you for the comment, yes those weird birds are probably like crows, they are not in my province; state, and thank the baby jesus; not fond of the creepy things; they belong in Alberta; where I spent some time last year....sis I respect them very much, very much....cheers sis, have good night; give T a pinch on the arse for me lol
Chris...this is a beautiful read....it flows like the beautiful waters of spring....but..it's sad...
"So I'm staying up late
With the fallen angels, again
Watching hope falling down;
Disguised as rain" I hear the longing in there somewhere....staying up late with fallen angels....watching hope fall down like rain...." We all see that too often...hope falling...and you've said it so beautifully :)
I hope you no longer watch hope falling.....except rising like the beautiful sunshine...outside our window...:)
Love and hugs Angel
Have a great life and writing journey :)
Keep smiling ;)
Giggles the Poet
Wow!!........ you must have the means to alter your state of consciousness .....like me(lol!).............what I mean is ...........that I could TOTALLY see this as some absurd video in my minds eye........with your ethereal Poe type narrative flowing in it's heartbeat.........and all the while dealing with the absurdity of the bird ...........everywhere..........amazing my friend.........T xo
T with this one I remember how it came about, and you nailed it it was a visual experience, last year I went out west to Edmonton; the most northerly city in Canada, stayed at a house and had a room facing the backyard, everything about this place was weird to me, especially the sky; somehow the stars didn't look the same and snow seem to fall on an angle. I was told that you could see the Northern Lights in certain places out there as well. And Magpies were everywhere in this place. At night in minus 30 degree temperatures these creatures would be hanging on hydro wires and tree branches, I've never seen birds do that. Every night I saw at least one outside my window, the whole experience of being up there was a bit depressing for me, especially at night; I went out there to find work and had to wait around for a while before I found anything. They are 2 hours behind eastern standard time and falling asleep was not easy at times. I guess the write is just a way of dealing with an unpleasant memory of being there and the birds are part of the negative vibes that I remember, Magpies are like crows, and probably carry some supernatural belief with them, I'm not sure, but they are no doubt very creepy. They have no fear.....hey thanks for the words bro. not sure if I'm making too much sense right now CaribX3, cheers
Mamma Jamma!!........you have no idea dude!!........the legendary lore that encompasses Magpie tales have yet to be written down.........they are the silent creepers bro.........the ones that wait for all of humanity to ascend.......and then..........close the door on their way out (lol!)..........so happy to catch you tonight man.............high fives...........T xo
OMG, honestly I'm glad I didn't know that about these birds when I was out there, dude I saw two of them pull a fresh kill rabbit across the road in early morning traffic, cars stopping for them...now you tell me this...yikes!....high fives
Hauntingly beautiful write bro ,perfection xox love ya sweetie pie xox nardine
love you too, my lil sis from across the watery abyss and down under; xox; not sure of these symbols, but cheers, thanks for gorgeous comment
What's going on Chris?
You have the uncanny ability my brother, to extract the good, even from the bad, in all you do my friend, as to this fine poem of the,(if he be all alone), unlucky bird. Seems a little strange, that saluting a bird could ward off bad luck? Yet, in many parts of the United Kingdom, spying a single magpie, is considered an omen of bad fortune and saluting it, is a way of showing the proper respect, in hope that the magpie won't pass on some of the misfortunes, that tends to follow it. Magpies mate for life and seeing one on its own, is a sign of sorrow, because it's lost it's mate, although seeing two is a sign of joy, as it's with it's mate. This is why when you see a single magpie you tip your hat,(if wearing one) and ask after it's wife, thus suggesting it has a mate and is in fact happy..Theres a rhyme, that correlates with its dark history ----(One for sorrow, two for joy!)....Beautiful poem my brother/friend....
Take Care Chris,
Jim
Hey Jimmy,
How are you? I sent you a message about 2 weeks now, no response. I thought you were mad at me for some reason. Lol glad to see you're not. Thanks for saying that my brother. I'm really making an effort to be more positive in my outlook lately. For the most part it's working. That is a very cool story about saluting Magpies. I've not seen them in the province (state) that I live in, they are out west in Alberta. I will certainly tip my hat at them if I ever get out those parts again. There seems to be lots of stories around these creatures, not I seriously going to read up on them. Hey thanks for comment my friend...
Chris,
You my friend, are one of a kind and I truly am sorry for the late and sometimes absent response haven’t been clicking on all cylinders, like I wish I could...But on the contrary, my respect for you Chris, hit and went through the roof, a long time ago and a word are two from you, is always priceless bro Chris.. My friend again I am truly sorry and owe a whole lot to many here and you for one have and display to all, a heart bigger than all out doors and my regards for you,( Poet, Christopher Correia), is one, with the highest of caliber my friend. If any, I expect you and the entire Cosmo Crew, to be a bit mad at me instead, for being so, ''out to pasture," as I have been...
Thanks for the caring response, my friend,
Jim
drunkenwolf I wish we were sharing a Heineken or two just about now, yeah this one actually happened to me bro. i wrote this from a memory of being out west; in Edmonton; most northerly city in Canada, I was alone out there looking for work for about a month before getting some night shifts; it was pretty depressing to be honest, my friend. Not inspiring in any way at the time. But when I looked back all I could really remember were the Magpies mocking me in my sorrow, lol. Darn birds were everywhere out there, and yes the cold and how the snow fell; weird place, man.....wow Eddie I really like what you said there about finding a write that is eluding you, I'm wondering if that is what a lot of poets feel, why they keep writing. Most of the time I don't feel even the least bit motivated to write poetry, I much prefer to drink Heinekens and play billiards to be honest, but I'm just learning to write poetry, it's not in my soul yet maybe, hey man that is one interesting thought, very profound dude you are....cheers bro. thanks