Tuesday, December 11, 2018

another Poem for Tuesday


Early in the morning

Early in the morning I awoke
Couldn't sleep so I got up to write
No poems today it's way too cold
Hush, the birds, they are singing their songs

Early this morning listen closely
You'll hear their song they're chirping away
About their neighbors about their friends
About their babies you may be next

Listen closely to their happy song
Hum their tune--write it down--your day's rhyme
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-tuesday-platform_11.html?m=1

 - I took this petty picture for the birds in the tree.  In my picture I noticed there wasn't a cloud one in our beautiful Texas Sky.  We were walking back on the trail between our neighborhood and the next when I saw the birds in this tree.

Note the little Chickadee on the right, not sitting with the Black Birds.  When I got close enough to get a good picture, all of the birds except this little one flew off.  After they were gone, the Chickadee jumped up, branch by branch, until he was on top. 

I think he was laughing at the scaredy-cat Black Birds. 

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12 Comments:

At Tuesday, December 11, 2018 9:37:00 AM, Blogger Toni Spencer said...

I love listening to the birds singing their songs. They are quiet this morning but then again it is 19F and a foot of snow on the ground

 
At Tuesday, December 11, 2018 11:20:00 AM, Blogger Carrie Van Horn said...

I can hear their sweet song through your beautiful poem Jim! So lovely!!

 
At Tuesday, December 11, 2018 12:33:00 PM, Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

Birdsong is one of the best things about morning. I loved this, Jim.

 
At Tuesday, December 11, 2018 1:49:00 PM, Blogger Therisa's World said...

It's too cold for the songbirds to sing, at the moment, as the temperature fights to reach 0 C in Toronto. Instead, your poem takes me back to April and May, as the birds sing their mating song outside my apartment window, on the trees and bushes. A kinder, warmer time of the year. Thank you, for this reminder that winter will be over by April, with the ability to see life, with a newer fresh lense.

 
At Tuesday, December 11, 2018 2:10:00 PM, Blogger Vivian Zems said...

Yup! Sounds like a plan. Better than listening to awful news on the telly!

 
At Tuesday, December 11, 2018 2:19:00 PM, Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Oh, what a delight! And lovely use of repetition.

 
At Tuesday, December 11, 2018 3:14:00 PM, Blogger brudberg said...

This is a wonderful poem, I love how you seen to grow with the bird song... one of your best.

 
At Tuesday, December 11, 2018 4:16:00 PM, Blogger jellojenna6 said...

Aww, this is nice! I like how you got inspired by the birds, even after thinking there was nothing to write about.

 
At Tuesday, December 11, 2018 10:12:00 PM, Blogger Anmol (HA) said...

Ah, the bird song can lead to this poetic reverie more than anything else. This is wonderfully penned, with the rhyme of their chirping and talking being a part of your own writing.

 
At Wednesday, December 12, 2018 12:19:00 AM, Blogger KISLAYA GOPAL said...

Liked your poem inspired by bird songs.
The best poems can express deep things in simple words! Your poem is a window into poets' mind - what we all go through - how we are inspired by nature and things that surround us and what we see, hear or feel in our everyday life.
Kudos!

 
At Wednesday, December 12, 2018 1:04:00 PM, Blogger kaykuala said...

Listen closely to their happy song
Hum their tune--write it down--your day's rhyme

Bird songs can be most motivating cooing endlessly in orchestration among many.One can feel the warmth as much in this outing Dr Jim!

Hank

 
At Wednesday, December 12, 2018 2:44:00 PM, Blogger Millie said...

I do love the sounds of the birds in the morning. This is delightful.

Teresa

 

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