Every day, I waken to birdsong:
sometimes the lark and thrush, sweet twittering
or the sparrow and the chaffinch, cheerful chattering
or the rook, cawing in raucous symphony:
signature calls, all poetry to me
Your touch draws out a different kind of birdsong
low moaning, from a hollow deep in me
transformed through love into a holy plainsong
where never sin, nor pain,
nor wrong could be
Just simple beauty, couched in bowered bliss
the thrillsong of a passion whispered soft,
rough-smoothly sung through barely parted lips
not any more, nor any less than this
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Morning birdsong is the best.
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Oh, wow. ❤️
Thanks Merril 😊
You’re welcome, Ingrid!
‘Tis the pagan paradise inside this rapture of birds, a prechristian wilderness without sin (as the monks explained Tis na Og). An aural plenty and it resonates deep within the body. Thanks Ingrid –
Thank you Brendan.
Oh now that is a song worth singing! Magical! The best noises we can make!
Better than war noises for sure! Thanks Eric.
Aww 💗
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Oh my! Primordial song! ❤️
Indeed! Thanks Punam ❤️
My pleasure. 😊
Beautiful! I love dozing to the sound of birdsong outside my window in the morning
Such a beautiful sound! Thank you
I like the romantic turn in this! Always enjoy a good chirp! 💕🐦💕
😅 thanks Tricia 💖
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This reminds me of every cool morning when I awake to these precious poetic sounds! Love it, Ingrid. <3
Thank you, Jaya – these sounds are inspiring!
In beautiful sync with nature. 💓
Many stand-out lines. Love this: where never sin, nor pain, / nor wrong could be
Thank you, Michele. Perhaps I was thinking of Blake’s ‘Garden of Love’ ❤️
A wonderful thought! 💖
What an unexpected poem. Love is never sin.
Thank you Suzanne!
It’s good to see you so happy Ingrid. (K)
Thank you Kerfe.
A gorgeous write, Ingrid. I adore how you’ve connected our love songs to those of the birds. Beautiful!
Thanks Jeff!
an unexpected yet in hindsight perfectly matched analogy. and yes, senses are not sin ~
Thank you M
How I love this! Especially “transformed through love into a holy plainsong” and those last gorgeous closing lines. No one could ask any more than such sweetness. Just lovely.
Thank you for your kind words Sherry!
Love is an expression of our connection with nature…All is right with the world! Beautiful poem, Ingrid!
Thank you Cheryl 💚
A sensual poem and a celebration of song! JIM
Thanks JIM!
There is no wilder language than the language of the heart , the body, the self, and you give us a full song of it to hear with ear and soul in this. I love the birdsong analogy.
Thank you for your kind words!
Powerful! Yes the wild song, when we let it, will hold ours as well!
Very true! Thank you.
Beautiful🤍
Thank you Jude 🙏
This is wonderful ♥️😊
Thank you! 😊
this is so good!
Thank you!