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.
Those birds always have something to say!
ReplyDeleteGreat post!
Very Poetic. Glad the birds were singing.
ReplyDeleteIst 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.
ReplyDeleteSorry not to comment in German...
ReplyDeleteThis poem is unfreakinbelievable.
(The comment's American vernacular, but owes a debt to German for the creation of compund words.)
Guten morgen,
ReplyDeleteappreciate 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.
ReplyDeletePamela
Good idea. It's always worthwhile to make sure the outside world is still rolling along.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeletethis 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
ReplyDeleteI 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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