Sounds of Birds
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The sounds of birds
fill the air everywhere,
CHattering, chITTering, TWITTering,
ScrEAMs, hOOts and kwAAKs.
Listen and hear,
bring to the fore(ground)
of your ear.
Hark hark the lark,
the HAdeDAs
and the little LAdeDAs,
background music
whilst we work.
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©Denise G Allen, 16 February 2013 09:50
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I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people!18 Responses to “Sounds of Birds”
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That is what it sounds like here, adee
And here some days, Hope.
Such symphony, Denise – no man made instruments can match.
Cheers, Eric
And such a variety, Eric. Wonderful!
I wait to hear
the blackbird sing
I know it foretells
the coming spring
Thank you Denise.
John
That is lovely, John. I haven’t heard any Piet my Vrous here at all this last spring or now in summer. We heard only a few when we were in the Pilanesberg. Odd.
From Google I find that “Peter-my-wife” is a cuckoo relative, Denise. I learn something every day!
Thank you.
John
Yes, I wrote a poem some months ago where I mentioned him… If I remember correctly, he is a red-breasted cuckoo.
smiles…love the sounds you get in your words here…lets me hear them…love listening to the birds…its relaxing…
Thanks, Brian, I think the caps work better here than in the last one…
In the case of some of them, not so background!
Aah, yes, Col!
Those hadedas never let the suburban johannebsurger sleep in. Just like the kookaburras and currawongs here
Love the onomatopoeic flavour of this poem.
Glad you liked it. It was an experiment and I got the idea from Brian (above)… I used to live on a farm where peacocks scrEAmed for help on and off every day!
Exceptional use of word structure to create melody!
I wouldn’t exxactly call it all ‘melody’, Jeannie..
Your Onomatopoeic representation of sounds is so good, Denise. It is the lubricant that has been provided to forget monotonous labor. When there is nothing around, you will hum a tune of your own.
Yes and I do that too, albeit under my breath, lol!