Copyright 2012 by DM Denton
O, singing bird—
why did you fly away
just when I was
enjoying
the color
in your feathers
as well as
your song?
If I could lure my singing bird
From his own cozy nest
If I could catch my singing bird
I would warm him on my breast
For there’s none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you.
Irish Traditional Song
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Diane, Yes, it can be frustrating trying to enjoy a bird which is completely indifferent to our desires and goes on its own sweet way.
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Hi, Margaret, and thanks for your visit and comment! Yes, they are just doing what they doing and not thinking how they are entertaining, even enchanting us.
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I agree totally…so often they flit away too quickly. Lovely poem and art, Diane. Hope things are going well with you.
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Thank you, Gayle, and for visiting. I am getting so behind on posts, including yours. I am well … and hope you are too, and enjoying that new granddaughter! XO
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Don’t you worry about it, Diane. I’ve taken time off from blogging a few times…and of course just moved and am just now getting back into it again. You never have to feel like you’re playing catch up with me. I’m happy to have you visit whenever life gives you the opportunity. I’m enjoying that little munchkin so much. Honestly, after having my own two…she is just the sweetest little gift…just an angel. xoxo
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I love your whimsical gentle drawings. They are always full of gentleness and personality
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Thank you so, countingducks! What a lovely comment … and complement.
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I’ve often wondered why watching birds is so therapeutic, comforting and inspiring… Your drawing and poem capture the essence of that longing so well, and the folk song is an added treat. Thank you for such a lovely post!
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Hi, Barbara. Thank YOU for your wonderful comment! Yes, my life would be poor indeed without the color and music of birds – a longing that is fulfilled everday as long as I keep those feeders replenished. Blessings!
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Diane this is just what I needed this morning. This comment follows from my email to you just to say my gratitude has taken off like your little bird. I am so grateful for you and all your posts which really do brighten the darkest days.
I need to keep things simple today and this beautiful little poem is telling me to do just that.
Love and hugs
Christine xxxxxx
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Hi, Christine. Sorry it took me a few days to reply to your lovely comment. I think that’s why I return to nature so often for inspiration … it always offers something for reality and the imagination … and, despite all its complexities, reminds us of how to simply BE. XO Diane
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Hi Diane, lovely, both the artwork and poem 🙂 I love those birds, (“koolmezen” in Dutch, are they called blue tits in English? Or are those the ones with the blue heads? “Pimpelmezen”)
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Hi, Ina. Yes, they are Blue Tits. They are wonderful little creatures! Thank you! XO
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This is beautiful once again! Those little birds do fly about so quickly. I wish they would stay a while, but since they return frequently through the day to feed, I get my nature enjoyment anyway!
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Thank you! Yes, it is their freedom to come and go that makes them so precious …
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Oh Wow, Diane–this is fabulous! I love your inclusion of the traditional Irish song, too!! Hope things are going well for you–God bless you–love, Caddo
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Hi, Caddo. Thanks so much. Yes, that is one of my favorite Irish ballads. Things are good with me … one door closed … but others will open, I’m sure. Hope you are very well – apologies for not keeping up with your blog in a more timely fashion. Blessings and love, Diane
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