Posted tagged ‘Sparrow poem’

One Summer

July 30, 2016

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. 

 

Third Day of National Poetry Month – “Sparrow Dreams”

April 3, 2011

Draft poem in honor of April, National Poetry Month.

Sparrow Dreams

I dreamt, years ago, that my infant child was a sparrow.
My husband, just last night, dreamt of a huge pooled grill
upon which customers threw raw steaks.
He also dreams of flying.

I rarely remember my dreams now–I don’t know if I can’t
hold onto them, or if I just don’t have them.  But I
dreamt, years ago, that I cupped the small brown bird,
who was my child,
inside my palms.

My husband dreams always, exciting scenarios.  Khaddafi makes
a house call; my husband disarms him while
lecturing on the merits of Debussy.

My mother once led, with great difficulty, a horse
down long dark stairs
only to find at the sweaty stoop
a sign that read, “Elevator For Horses
Only.”  Close to ninety, she still tells
that dream, but the words sometimes change:
“Horses Shouldn’t Take Stairs.”
My husband likes to tell his when he first wakes;
the surface of his sleep-furred eyes glisten
with the fantastical.


I sat holding my softly-feathered child on a bench
of women before sculptured green.  It was
Rockefeller Center, I remember, and that suddenly
I seemed to have put her down, my sparrow child, then
weeping, could not find her.

It was before her birth–when you are pregnant,
you have many dreams–but I knew, when I woke,
that my life was forever different,
that I had been given a fragile, marvelous, chance, a chance
I could not grip tightly (even though it might take flight),
but that I could not bear to lose, not ever.

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And also, as always, please feel free to let me know comments or suggestions.  This is a draft, and it would be wonderful to have guidance as to how to improve it.