“All the birds that were singing
Have flown except you alone”
And in the branches,
a magpie appeared,
the third of the day.
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Park wanderings
under sun drenched clouds
in azure
music flowing
“All the birds that were singing
Have flown except you alone”
in the tree tops
a solitary magpie rested
the third of the day.
~~~
“All the birds that were singing
Have flown except you alone”
And one magpie,
the third of the day,
recognised a cosmic coincidence
and appeared to an insignificant person
gifting him a significant moment.
~~~
One magpie, the third of the day
flew into a line of sight
across the park lake
“All the birds that were singing
Have flown except you alone”
And it rested there, flashing black and white
in a brokedown palace
of leaves and branches.
~~~
This actually really happened (Third magpie at that particular lyric).
The song (one of the Dead’s best):
And annotated lyrics to the song: http://artsites.ucsc.edu/GDead/agdl/brok.html
I love the lyric — and I especially love the last stanza; those guys certainly came up with some great songs though I barely knew them 😦
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An amazing band. Never a chance to see them though. Makes me sad to even think about it.
I like the deep rhythm of this poem, brought out in the way you set it out and the repeating, slowly, evolving magpie. Lovely.
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I’ve been repeating a lot lately. Just been fun to interpret things many times over.
Thanks for the chance to browse through here. Much appreciated. The comments chez moi as well.
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I’ll be back on your blog soon. Really liking the dog walk series.
This is really different, I like it. The structure gives it a special impact.
I’m holding up a lighter for Jerry and having a bit of Cherry Garcia in his honor.
Have a bite for me as well.
Even though I never remotely knew him, I love that man.
Always a sucker for the Dead. And magpies. And being one.
I like to think everyone likes the Dead and Magpies. At least I hope they do.