Echo
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that echo
of a bird call
sounds so far away
yet prominent
in the predawn silence
that almost defines
this time of day
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Relative Something
*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences
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Love the poem – so simple, so neat, so profound! And, I have found myself very appreciative of the harvest bird song here lately. It is a happy time for them and you can hear it all around. It is a time of abundance and heartfelt appreciation.
Ian Rowcliffe
September 29, 2014 at 3:54 am
I’m pleased with myself that I allowed ‘less’ to be ‘more’ in this case. I more often tend to give in to an urge to keep going when I “hear” words and phrases materialize in my head, sometimes continuing on well past something that might actually have had a point!
johnwhays
September 29, 2014 at 9:21 am
Yes, great focus there – I wonder if the horses had any say in the matter: when working with them it is this aspect that they seem to require of us. They like things short, sweet and to the point as it contrasts with their own round-about way of being. And so the approaches complement each other and there comes about connection, which becomes heightened if repeated regularly.
Ian Rowcliffe
September 30, 2014 at 4:39 am
I love the rhyming between Away and day. Also I love how the poem is about birds!
Megan Walberg
September 28, 2014 at 8:38 am
Hi, Megan! What fun! It was a bird that called in the distance this very morning.
Thanks for your comment!
johnwhays
September 28, 2014 at 12:54 pm