Ivelina Vladimirova

 Ivelina Vladimirova

It is hard to hear
the voices of the birds
over the wind’s whistling
It tears through the fir`trees
setting the cones to trembling
The little singers flutter now
down among the vining
berries gone to seeds
seeds to harvest

“Bird’s voices are starting to praise.
And have a right to. We listen a long time.
[We’re the ones in masks, Oh God, and in costumes!]
What are they saying? a little insistence,
      a little sadness, and a lot of promise
which files away at the half-divulged future.
And in-between, in our hearing, heals
the beautiful silence they break.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to Bird`Song

  1. Once more – beautiful


  2. they have become my convenient friends

    Liked by 1 person

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