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Little Hungry Bird

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Little hungry bird
Somewhere below my solar plexus
Flitting here and there
Mouth always open

Squawking about something missing
If only…. then… squawk
Pushing against the boundaries of me
As if my aura was an elastic film you can’t escape
Pushing here and there
Flying against this flexible invisible membrane

Flying up my spine and into my hands
Needing something more
Reaching with fidgeting fingers
Flitting up through synapses
Simultaneously stimulating a series of synchronous firings
Question, idea, what if…if only…then…squawk

Little hungry bird
Eyes closed, gaping beak
Up, up, opening up,
squawking feed me
Shh, here, I hear you
I acknowledge you

Let me find the tenderest morsel I can offer
Not the quick fix you might have me drop into your mouth
Not the scroll snack snap back spark you seek
Here I give you my breath
I turn my attention to you
Walking briskly under the clouds
And the sun that refuses to shine
I give thanks for you

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 22:

Day Twenty-Two

Taniwha

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Mystical herald of Poseidon’s chariot, so they say of me. Do they not know I am the pure scientist of the ocean? My understanding of the physics of sound, and of light refracted through the water is exquisite. My knowledge of geography, navigation, ocean currents and weather patterns is far beyond that of any two-footed, hairless mammal. I understand far too well the chemistry of micro-plastics, surface degradation, biofouling, and ingestion-related bioaccumulation. Why do they depict me with glittery rainbows or diving through the stars? True, I know the constellations and have studied the movements of the sphere. I am indeed the Taniwha, guardian of the soul, as science well knows, as I was divinely created to be.

Still Small

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The still small voice of silence
she hides right over there
Crouching like a tiger
                             where? 

Sitting eyes fall softly
Breathe… whispers the wind
She speaks a distant purr
And worldly sounds fall dim

Pouncing after random thoughts
Blowing strands whirl
Chasing this way and that
Around me swirl

Darting to and fro
I am the arrow and the target
I sit so still, I let them
I let the chatter go

I watch her chasing, Silence
Little pitter pat
Till quietly she comes to me
And climbs upon my lap

And so I sit with Silence
Divide, rejoin, breathe in
Brushing on my cheeks
Where my heart begins

She is like the air which cannot be held

Glo/NaPoWriMo this is my attempt at a 3-in-1 prompt to catch up on the last few days.
Day 16: A poem about something that cannot speak and what it has taught me
Day 17: Respond to a favorite poem by another poet. I chose You Who Let Yourselves Feel – Rainer Maria Rilke
Day 18: Write a poem that could be a section of a long, dramatic narrative poem. Not sure how much I hit this prompt, but I did include a “tiger for no apparent reason.”
I’m still a bit behind on poems from this past week but catching up here a bit!