It’s 7 a.m. on Sunday morning.
It’s the apartment and me.
The first word to hear is yet to come
from somewhere –
most likely through a telephone wire
or wireless or from someone
at a bakery.
But there’s bird song
through the open window,
and those birds
seem to be saying something.
– Iself (© 2010)
For napowrimo #25, first things first.
12 comments:
Those birds always have something to say!
Great post!
Very Poetic. Glad the birds were singing.
Ist wohl der Fruehling Schuld :) Ingeborg writing from Autumn in Australia.
Ist wohl der Fruehling Schuld from me too. Enjoyed your poem. Dont speak German so I hope this is not rude.
Sorry not to comment in German...
This poem is unfreakinbelievable.
(The comment's American vernacular, but owes a debt to German for the creation of compund words.)
Guten morgen,
appreciate that the narrator listed for not only humans but also the natural world. Viele danken for a nice poem.
I don't speak German either. But this is an excellent poem.
Pamela
Good idea. It's always worthwhile to make sure the outside world is still rolling along.
I did consider asking my cat to say something, but settled for waiting for my husband to wake up.
Nice to hear the birds singing. I hope they aren't stool pigeons. Wiping stool from pigeons is never a pleasant experience.
This reminds me of a riddle. What did the worm say to the bird?
Ans: Are you shitting me?
Best,
~Mark
Lovely!
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This is a fun poem. I enjoy the birds also.
this is good to hear the first sounds of spring... regardless of what or how we speak.. tho i did haf2 chuckle at marks joke... i gotta remember that one...conduit connect
I also enjoy hearing the birds...though not always at 6 a.m. when I want more sleep! Anyhow, very nice post.
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