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[tailor STATELY]

Delightful poem ! Enjoyed

Challenge accepted !

Challenge: silence, earth, restless, domain, awareness, dove

the singularity

like doves
the world
moaned - then
silence as
a once
restless Earth
finds relief -

a new
awareness takes
her first
breath then
beholds her
domain through
counterfeit tears

4/17/2024

Next: rufous-bellied thrush, prism, balcony, starlight, gaze, wonder

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed the new awareness poem!
Challenge accepted!
Next: rufous-bellied thrush, prism, balcony, starlight, gaze, wonder
rufous-bellied thrush-National bird! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rufous-bellied_thrush

"Minha terra tem palmeiras
onde canta o sabiá
as aves que aqui gorjeiam
não gorjeiam como lá."

("My homeland has got trees where the trush sings. The birds that sing here, don´t sing as the birds there.")
Gonçalves Dias

Modest Symphony in Green and Yellow

Each afternoon when the sun is getting down
and I sit on my small balcony
I hear the song of the sabiá laranjeira.

There are miriads of them
hidden in the few trees
that are left.

Night falls so gently to their song
(but what about the police cars racing through the streets?)

Filtered through a prism
the world looks serene.

But who is going to speak about
the horrors of the night?
The drunken cars,
the lost bullets,
the violence?

The thrush has long gone to sleep
and I gaze with renewed wonder and delight
at the starlight.


Next: nation, flag, colors, citizens, flowers, bald eagle

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed very much Beautiful bird song. Lovely epigraph prefacing your poem The dichotomy of delightful birdsong and urban life is well versed. Loved the last stanza: "The thrush has long gone to sleep / and I gaze with renewed wonder and delight / at the starlight." !

Challenge accepted !

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Modest Symphony in Green and Yellow

"Minha terra tem palmeiras
onde canta o sabiá
as aves que aqui gorjeiam
não gorjeiam como lá."

("My homeland has got trees where the trush sings. The birds that sing here, don´t sing as the birds there.")
Gonçalves Dias


Each afternoon when the sun is getting down
and I sit on my small balcony
I hear the song of the sabiá laranjeira.

There are myriads of thrushes
hidden in the folds of
the few trees
that are left in my street.

Night falls gently lulled by their songn
(but what about the police cars racing through the streets?)


Filtered through a rainbow prism
the world looks serene.

But what about
the horrors of the night?
The drunken cars,
the lost bullets,
the hidden corpses?

The birds have long gone to sleep
and I gaze with renewed wonder and delight
at the starlight.
But it´s the dark terror of the city
that fills my dreams.





A corredted version of the poem in # 752 as I detected an in-congruence at the end

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Enjoyed

Challenge: nation, flag, colors, citizens, flowers, bald eagle

ephemeral world

each nation flies its colors
a flag which embodies pride
to its citizens of like brothers
and sisters who loosely abide

I would be like the bald eagle
which soars where'er it soars
preferring nature's flowers' regal
hues which prithee will endure

4/25/2024

Next: gollywobbler, snickersnee, Jolly Roger, "three sheets to the wind", gale, transom

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed!
LOL Challenge accepted!
Next: gollywobbler, snickersnee, Jolly Roger, "three sheets to the wind", gale, transom