As a singer I sometimes lose myself almost completely to the act, but usually it's more of a thoughtfully contrived production, not nearly as ad lib and impromptu as a bird. All this to say i definitely relate to this expression. A simple three lines but so true, so true.
It's like that. The less we have to trouble ourselves with the louder and more earnestly we can sing. I watch birds a lot, and in the neighborhood we live in which is like a minature reserve in a metro area, there are birds outside, always outside the windows repeating their simple mantras. They don't need to be told, reminded of anything. The sun is their signal, shaking out the substance of a small soul. Beatiful articulation of this idea.
i watched a bird sing me a song
one for yes two for no five for man
i asked it questions and it answered slow
ever since i've forever ran
hurried down invisible roads
hurried down backworded allies
other things in life i'd misspell
but not this bird
some ancient mountain
some allways movement
this is faith
i watched a bird sing. and
every inch of his soul shook.
I love how you incorporate singing, that you have observed the spirituality of sound, a friend of mine told me that one meaning for praise is to sing a new song, this reminded me of that.
I also adore how you stress every inch, that you tell the reader something so simple and make them revisit that idea with that emphasis, it is structured beautifully to demonstrate the power of what you have observed.
Thank you so much for sharing this piece it is a favorite of mine that I have ever read.
Well..I must say I haven't read a better three line piece than this one here. It left behind a lingering ring sound, like most epic things do.
I like the imagery of somethings' soul shaking, and not just their physical bodies. Like this bird was singing from his inner light, and his whole body represented that. A soul is really all we are, when it comes down to it.
Birds are tiny but they hold quiet a lot inside of them. Hummingbirds eat every ten minutes, and eat twice their weight everyday. They must sing with their souls to burn all those calories off. lol.
A great little piece. I focus in on the word "soul" here because I think it's the essence of the piece. It would not have had nearly the same impact if you had used the word "body", for example, which is a tangible and finite entity. The soul is not. It has not boundaries or borders; therefore "every inch" is truly immeasurable.
:) I like that birds do everything with every little inch of soul they're given.
I was watching Harry Potter last night for the umpteenth hundred time, thinking how expendable song birds are in the movie... they always are reduced to a little zap-fry of non-existence, save the little puff of feathers at the end that dissipate like sparks.
Pretty songs cut short in a no-fly zone.
I like this. Good to see you post... your page was depressingly empty there for a minute :)
Well, hell. You've ruined me for other minimalist pieces forever. I hope you're happy! You should be, because this is...hmmm. A narrowing. I feel like I'm falling down a tunnel that keeps getting smaller. It is agitation and fervor all mixed up with unwinding.
This is like breaching a hill to see the sun, breaching the sun to see everything.
wow. i just got back from my eliteskills deprivation, and i come to this. my first poem to return to is this. and this is greatly encouraging, because this poem of yours is so big. it should be written on walls and doorways and gates and sidewalks and remembered and appriciated. i love it. know that your extremely talented, and Never Never stop writing. even if the world caves in around you and the sun goes out and every soul stops living, dont ever stop writing. - with love. kt