muse hunting

Like a bird at a feeder, I select seeds. Testing them. Each one.

Like a bird at a feeder, I reject seeds. Tossing them. Avian contempt.

Like a bird at a feeder, I eat the chosen seeds. Consumed. Bliss.

Like a bird at a feeder, I come back again and again. Hunger driven.

Like a bird at a feeder, I sometimes hit the glass, chasing away me.

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Like a bird at a feeder, I select my lines. Testing them. Each one.

Like a bird at a feeder, I reject words. Tossing them. Poetic contempt.

Like a bird at a feeder, I use the chosen words. Poetry. Bliss.

Like a bird at a feeder, I seek my muse again. And again. Again.

Like a bird at a feeder, I sometimes hit the glass, muse reflection.

 

it is #OLN (Open Link Night) for dVerse Poetics. Are you coming by? Β It’s a snowy day here, and I’m watching birds at our feeder. Thinking about baking (smells so good), enjoying some 80’s music (yeah) and writing. Or trying to. Enjoy!

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21 Comments

  1. November 19, 2013 at 8:58 pm

    Ha.. yes that is how poems are created.. and repetitions and refrains are often the sole of poems.

    • shanyns said,

      November 19, 2013 at 10:29 pm

      Bjorn, so glad you enjoyed this. Great that you came by. πŸ™‚

  2. aprille said,

    November 19, 2013 at 9:03 pm

    fascinating p.o.v. and I love the avian/poetic contempt.

    • shanyns said,

      November 19, 2013 at 10:28 pm

      Thank you! πŸ™‚ I was searching for inspiration and there were the birds!

  3. markwindham said,

    November 19, 2013 at 9:32 pm

    great extended image. we do tend to peck and toss a bit don’t we?

    • shanyns said,

      November 19, 2013 at 10:28 pm

      We do that, don’t we? πŸ™‚ So glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for coming by Mark.

  4. claudia said,

    November 19, 2013 at 9:33 pm

    ha smiles… when you bake, i hope you bring a bit of it to the pub as well..smiles… hunger driven..that sums it up quite well… in every way..smiles

    • shanyns said,

      November 19, 2013 at 10:27 pm

      Oh yes! Here you go, a big platter of banana bread cookies for the pub goers. πŸ™‚ Glad you enjoyed the poetry Claudia.

  5. janehewey said,

    November 19, 2013 at 10:20 pm

    your words and phrasing do a lovely job of mimicking the actions of a chickadee. quick with much movement. wonderful piece.

  6. brian miller said,

    November 19, 2013 at 11:27 pm

    ha sometimes i hit the glass as well…chasing after a word…or maybe even my own reflection….nice extended metaphor shanyn…

  7. Morgan said,

    November 20, 2013 at 12:06 am

    so well written…little birdy! Love Love Love it πŸ˜‰

  8. margaret said,

    November 20, 2013 at 12:58 am

    select and reject and hit the glass (mirror or wine πŸ™‚

  9. November 20, 2013 at 1:54 am

    love this! Great muse in those sweet birds!

  10. hisfirefly said,

    November 20, 2013 at 2:40 am

    the repetition works so well here
    well done!

  11. Mary said,

    November 20, 2013 at 2:46 am

    Yes, so often when I write I feel like that bird at a feeder. And, ha, sometimes that feeder is empty…and sometimes there are a lot of interesting tidbits to choose from…… smiles.

  12. Susan Chast said,

    November 20, 2013 at 7:00 am

    This is a fun image, imagining the food we take in and churn our thoughts with.

  13. kaykuala said,

    November 20, 2013 at 3:46 pm

    Repetitions can be mesmerizing. One tends to be drawn into the game and enjoying it more. Great write MM!

    Hank

  14. ayala said,

    November 20, 2013 at 8:16 pm

    Beautifully done, I love it. πŸ™‚

  15. lynndiane said,

    November 21, 2013 at 5:08 am

    Me too, shanyns…the bliss, the contempt, the repeated hitting the glass! Also enjoy observing our feathered friends πŸ™‚

  16. November 22, 2013 at 9:13 am

    Finding the correct word may in fact take weeks. But with synonym lexicons and rhyming dictionaries, writing poetry today is a children’s game compared to what it used to be. Reading some of the old poets may sometimes really impress.


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