Common Inspiration--Uncommon Creations.23

"Bird songs recorded in the forest of Fontainebleau (France). You can especially hear some wrens." 

The author, barracuda1983, has released this work into the Public Domain. It can be found on Wikimedia Commons.

BIRDSONG

The leader of the early morning bird walk was a quiet-spoken angular man.

He led us across dew-soaked grass to the forest's edge.

Robins and Bluejays were spotted in the October sky;

Carolina Wrens sang way too loudly for their diminutive size.

Rarely were there surprises.

I remember mostly the comforting sameness of the walks.

Sassafras leaves, worm castings, 

and the sound of the woods waking up with a song in its heart.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2013

From Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind):

I find peace and solace in this space
with only the birds singing
their musical refrains.

When no one is watching or aware,
I join in, too,
meshing my harsh voice with theirs.

We remix nature together,
them and I, here in these woods,
until only the sunset quiets us down.

As the moon rises it skyward arc,
the birds fall silent, to sleep,
yet still, I sing into starlight.

©Kevin Hodgson, 2013

From Linda (TeacherDance):

Back Home

Rasp and chatter
Carolina Wren
calls me
back to my forest friends
teakettle, teakettle
cheer cheer
cardinal flashing
spring is here

alive with chicka-dee dee
leafy-damp smell
walking in my forest
all is well

©Linda Baie, 2013

From Steve (Inside the Dog):

Where?

Where does
the birds’ song
come from?
Of course,
we know:
from deep inside
and past
the narrow
cords of sinew,
a drawn breath
squeezed tight,
a tiny explosion
of must
flung to the sky.
These things we
know. But
where does
the birds’ song
come from?
And how can
it alight so precisely
in the heart?

© Steve Peterson, 2013

From Carol (Carol's Corner):

frigid april morning

red breasted robin huddles

saving songs for spring

busy shovels throw

piles of wet slushy snow

no bird songs today

Hey Mr. Redbreast

ignore this swirling gray whiteness

sing your song of spring

welcome mr. robin

glad you brought your own sunshine

to this cloudy day

Three April blizzards

long to listen to bird songs

not clanking shovels

Mr. Weatherman

we should be planting flowers

not shoveling snow

One more blizzard then

we shut the door on winter

and welcome bird's song

Bird choir ignores

howling April blizzard to

sing spring aria.

April showers bring

May flowers, April blizzards

bring grumpy poets 

©Carol Wilcox, 2013

    

The theme of my 2013 National Poetry Month Project is 

"Common Inspiration--Uncommon Creations." 

Each day in April, I will feature media from the Wikimedia Commons ("a database of 16,565,065 freely usable media files to which anyone can contribute") along with bits and pieces of my brainstorming and both unfinished and finished poems.

I will be using the media to inspire my poetry, but I am going to invite my students to use my daily media picks to inspire any original creation: poems, stories, comics, music, videos, sculptures, drawings...anything!

You are invited to join the fun, too! Leave a link to your creation in the comments and I'll add it to that day's post. I'll add pictures of my students' work throughout the month as well.