forward...perCH!

Folks, the week has gone over the edge, not quite into the abyss but into freefall until I can catch my breath tomorrow afternoon, after STEM Night and about a hundred other things are sorted.  The best I can do right now is open the post, share the  perCH poems, and as yesterday keep my eye on the wonderfulness that you co-poets are bringing!

An Inflated Sense of Self

It’s a breathing meditation,

so I breathe.

I suck in oxygen cocktail and

blow my toes into berries

full of airy juice.

My knees balloon sweetly

into marshmallows.

I breathe into my behind and whoopee!

cushions of flotatious rubber pinkness

lift me off my chair.

I pinch open the valve of my navel

and blow up my belly.

I breathe into my spine:

I run it up the flagpole and every rib salutes.

The shoulders are hard, clenched tight:

I breathe in, and out and out again until

inflatable branches sprout around my ears

for the perching of exotic songbirds.

I blow down my arms which turn to ribbons

whipping and waving in a soft May gale.

I breathe into my own mouth and

the bellows of my lungs feed my tongue of flame;

I breathe through the top of my head

and my hair rises into

a creampuff crown of lightness.

When I am done breathing,

my chest and everything else

full of air,

I open my mouth to sing the great wonder

and it comes out

quiet.

HM 2014

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Come perCH with us today on the branCHes of the PoeTree!

Charles is birdy and chatty too:

                                        THE MORNING NATTER

 

Perched upon wires

Under apricot skies,

Birds gossip about

Last night festivities.

(c) Charles Waters 2015 all rights reserved.

Diane's is fishy and illustrated!

Donna's is birdy and beyond chatty:

Chickadee Perch


From his perch in the birch
The chickadee sings
In winters or summers,
But best of all springs.
 
When the robins are done
It's chickadee time
With back and forth banter
Their voices will chime.

"I am here, where are you?"
"I'm just over here."
"I don't see you yet, love!"
"I'm over here, dear."

"I'll hop over there then."
"I'll wait in this tree."
"I'll come and find you, My
Little Chickadee!"

Their chirping gets closer,
"Fee-bee, chick-a-dee";
One birch perch at a time,
"Chick-a-dee-see-mee!"


©Donna JT Smith, 2015

Carol's is a little like mine, a different kind of spiritual (did I mention that I wrote mine during a UU service?):

When the wings of fate

fly into your sight and

throw an obstacle in your way,

reach out to find an anchor

that will guide your day.

Focus on the positive

but don't delay.

Perspective is everything!

Reflect and see

in the great expanse

what life can be.

Adventures await

with twists and turns.

Pause, look, and discover. 

You will need to discern.

The path stretches on

so don't be mislead

when careening slopes miles ahead.

Listen in silence to

the sounds around.

Embrace the stillness

as you journey down.

Brave the unknown

as only you can.

With the wings of faith

and knowledge today

may you find your ultimate way.

But if you dive into snow 

as a misstep of flight.

Remember the goal

is to endure the plight.

Look to the heavens

for you will then see

perched in the mountaintops

the Spirit of the Dove

who guides our path

with understanding and love.

 Keep 'em coming, folks!.......And Mary Lee does, with an old one that marries bird and fish:

RIVERBANK IN MAINE

Cedar waxwings flocked,
curious about my casts.
Calm fly rod: bird perch.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2013