“In order to see birds it is necessary to become part of the silence.” Robert Lynd
Came The Currawong Wilderness reduces distance, suspending the commonplace of suspicion, where species allow for truce, even simple conversations around mutual interest, especially in the fading light, when comes the currawong, searching my face for signs of generosity, begging a morsel as a kind nod to friendship not normally acknowledged, but now desired as the juice of dinner reeks across the encampment, and the moment lingers in our conscience as the day ends with this bush colloquy so rarely experienced anywhere other than here in this moment where we become bound by a common interest, that most visceral, felt need. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Lovely, Paul. I really enjoyed your word choice and phrasing.
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Thank you indeed Pat, very much appreciated.
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Aside from enjoying this poem a lot, Paul, I learned something from it 😃
-David
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Thank you for sharing that David, it is a wonderful thing to know that a piece of writing contributes to learning – but then, I love learning too.
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How wonderful – really captured the simple joys of camping.
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It is as you say, and just a joy to experience, thank you VJ
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Welcome Paul.
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Love the poem…and the quote is spot on, too.
Welcome back, Paul.
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Thank you very much Sandy.
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Welcome!
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Love it Paul
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Thank you so much.
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Are you a bird watcher Paul?
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I am indeed a bit of a bird watcher, not obsessed though like those who travel months to find a particular bird, just happy to observe those where I am, good fun.
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I guess I would fall into that category as well as I enjoy watching birds, squirrels, rabbits and most things in nature.
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Glad to have a journey friend 🙂
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I love this poem! It’s a Wordsworthian spot of time, rare and precious and needing to be revealed through poetry.
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I must admit I struggled with it – to try and get clarity and turn of phrase, but I was happy with the result of the labour. Thank you so much Liz.
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You’re most welcome, Paul.
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Paul, just recently Tracy had posted about the Currawong and I had to look them up. What a wonderful post about simple joys of camping.
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Reblogged this on e-Quips and commented:
This is a lovely poem by Paul that is too good not to share.
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Thank you very much Pat – very kind of you.
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Ironic coincidence that it was on Bad Poetry Day, which this obviously was not.
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Lol, thank you Pat.
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You were tuned in to the moment, making a more than cursory connection with the bird. That is beautifully expressed in the poem, Paul. ❤
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Thank you so much Cheryl, it really was as you say.
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So beautifully put – it took me back and transported me back to those moments where we shared these special moments in the bush
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Many thanks – I thought this would connect for you.
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they are not a shy bird if dinner could be in the offering! You captured that lingering moment so artfully 🙂
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Yes, lovely birds, here they are pushed out by corvids in some districts but they are ever present elsewhere and such fun to observe.
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for sure 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Chuck
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Always happy to share your posts, Paul!! 😁✨👍
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🙂
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Wonderful! The title was so inviting to me because of the alliteration, but even more because I had no idea what a currawong was. (My computer has underlined the word in red as a misspelling. ;-))
Love the Australian-ness of the poem, and easy transfer to global situations. -Julie
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Thank you so much Julie, I love your response – there are some variations in the spelling so it may have confused the computer. I’m so glad to have piqued your interest.
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