Tag Archives: kookaburras

MAY 22 2013 : winter wind an empty spider web moored to the window clear night. cows huddled behind their breath.

__________________________________________________________________

a wattle seedpod, Lorin Ford   http://www.styluspoetryjournal.com/main/master.asp?id=862

DSCF3070

 

IF ONLY IT WERE SUMMER

If only it were summer when the daylight hours were long,
when I awake to hear the kookaburra’s laughing song;
when light streams in the windows which are open to the breeze,
when sun’s rays play and dance amongst the white caps on the seas.

If only it were summer when the frangipanis bloom,
when the air’s intoxicated by their sweet perfume;
when storm clouds bucket welcome rain upon a thirsty land,
when subsequently rainbow hues across the sky are spanned.

Vivienne Ledlie

http://rustacryst.net/poetryfromtheheartnostalgia.html

FOTO – KOOKABURRA AT RALEIGH MAY 2010

Advertisements

JUNE 24 2012: “A person who belly-laughs doesn’t bellyache.” Susan Thurman.

DSCF6432

The Kookaburras by Mary Oliver

In every heart there is a coward and a procrastinator.
In every heart there is a god of flowers, just waiting
to stride out of a cloud and lift its wings.
The kookaburras, pressed against the edge of their cage,
asked me to open the door.
Years later I remember how I didn’t do it,
how instead I walked away.
They had the brown eyes of soft-hearted dogs.
They didn’t want to do anything so extraordinary, only to fly
home to their river.
By now I suppose the great darkness has covered them.
As for myself, I am not yet a god of even the palest flowers.
Nothing else has changed either.
Someone tosses their white bones to the dung-heap.
The sun shines on the latch of their cage.
I lie in the dark, my heart pounding.

https://thegemcollection.wordpress.com/2012/06/24/june-24-2012/?preview=true