One Summer

One Summer

We spoke in sparrow
and chickadee,
too-whit chirree,
praising in the tongue of crumbs
the God of small things.

 

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Drafty poem for the wonderful Kerry O’Connor’s mini poetry challenge on Real Toads.  I say drafty because I worry that the phrase of the ‘God of small things’ snitches the title of a wonderful novel by Arundhati Roy.  I am hoping that it is something of generic description, but not sure that’s accurate.  No copyright infringement intended.  Drawing is mine. 

Ps- I have changed the title since first posting. 

 

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13 Comments on “One Summer”

  1. mukul chand Says:

    Chikadee sounds like a lovely language. nice musings

  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade Says:

    Delightful!

  3. hedgewitch Says:

    The smallest language suits the largest topics, and the lens through which they come to us is infinite. Lovely and very skillful to say so much with so few words, in any language.

  4. brian miller Says:

    The sparrow has its own symbolism religeously,
    as do the small birds who do not worry
    as they are provided for. There is a simple humility
    in your verse to me.

  5. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    This is a language I would like to learn.

  6. Candy Says:

    this is a perfect little prayer

  7. p.s. Says:

    I am d y i n g over the ending:

    “praising in the tongue of crumbs
    the God of small things”

    We’re probably not on the same page regarding your meaning, but what I’m picturing is a pretty nice jab at an ex-boyfriend. 😉

  8. seirich Says:

    Oh! I do love this! Birds praises are some of the most wonderful sounds in nature. Your ending two lines here-exquisite. Thanks for sharing!

  9. Brendan Says:

    Perfect to scale. Who says the thought of the heart must shout?


  10. speaking in tongues of thanks – and to you for this charming snatch of summer


  11. Love the sounds, the tale of closeness withing the birdsong, what it says about language and sharing.


  12. LOVE the bird language, the reference to Roy’s wonderful work, and the perfection of the poem itself.


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