Kinikinik

General store in Kinikinik, Colorado; Photo Wikipedia

Hiking through the
national forest near
Kinikinik, Colorado,
we hear a bird calling
peeweep, peeweep
over and over again.

Never catching sight
of that elusive bird,
(he must not have
been on our radar)
we move on.
Suddenly, I inhale
a tangy gnat and
begin to cough!  Ugh!

Our binoculars are
trained into the canopy
of the trees overhead
hoping to add a new
bird to our growing list.
Someone points to a
large branch of an aspen
where a heavy-lidded owl
is perched.  He eyes us
silently.  “He must be
too hot to hoot” pipes up
the group’s comic.

“Rum, rum”…I murmur.

It’s now getting towards
noon and the once
heavily dewed ground
is drying out.  Our trek
leads us to the edge
of a river where we heard
tell of a river monster that
dwells within…Ogopogo.

Who wants to take a dip?
Not I.  Timid, I’m it!

We follow the bank of the river
where it opens up to a meadow
flecked with colorful wildflowers.
We also are on the lookout
for butterflies and other
common wildlife in the area…

Sh…Tom sees moths!

And Dee saw a seed.

A mockingbird serenades
us with solos as we continue on.

Stop…what’s that?

Aha!

Now I see bees, I won!

Today I’m guest hosting over at dVerse Poets for the Form-For-All.  I hope you’ll join the fun…we’re playing with palindromes.  Words, letters or lines that read the same forward or backward.  Mine are in bold type.  http://dversepoets.com/2013/04/11/meetingthebar-palindromes/

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O Joy!

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A bird I spied up in the oak,
Shadows therein did give him cloak.

Trilling whistles did he engage,

O joy!  Freedom from gilded cage.

I thrilled to watch you through my scope.
Your charming antics brought me hope.

Petulant warble as if onstage,

O joy!  Freedom from gilded cage.

Bib, crown and nape of rufous hue,
With wings of deepest, dusky blue.

Who are you…little spirit sage?

O joy!  Freedom from gilded cage.

I actually taught myself this form some time ago and this is what I came up with.  I’m still taking the “easy” way (rather than meter) and used eight syllables for each line.

Gay Reiser Cannon guides us in the Kyrielle form today over at dVerse Poets for FormForAll:   http://dversepoets.com/2012/12/20/formforall/

Carolina Wren

Video uploaded by Wildbird50

Amongst the trailing vines
and brush lain on the ground,
is found an impish bird, a
shape of squatting round.

Strong in presence,
though tiny and quick,
distinct, white eyebrows curve
over beaded, black blinks.

Plump, though with charm,
he trills a rapid staccato
that sounds like teakettle,
loud, insistent with alarm.

Agile, cheerful, lively,
with short, bobbed tails that cock up
and down, they’re dainty and yet,
possess formidable personality.

Their orangey, cream breasts
show up in bright relief against
the deep red of the Hibiscus.
Cinnamon brown spices up the rest.

Barred markings on tail and wing,
patterned design is appended.
Hopping, flitting, trilling, scolding,
staking his territory as he sings.

The woods, forests, wherever
trees grow dense, offer him
a tangled haven of nesting
vegetation and ample cover.

Scaling trunks of the tall,  scrub pine
searching for insects with swift,
sure jabs of his strong, short beak,
his success is sufficient for the family’s dine.

A most enthralling bird,
I admire with fascination
and with equal veneration.  He’s
the opposite of me…he isn’t demure.

These birds are common in my yard here in Central Florida.

Joining in with the prompt today at dVerse Poets–The Object is Poetics:  http://dversepoets.com/2012/02/04/the-object-is-poetics/#comments

O Joy!

A bird I spied up in the oak,
Shadows therein did give him cloak.
Trilling whistles did me engage,
O joy!  Freedom from gilded cage.

I thrilled to watch you through my scope.
Your charming antics brought me hope.
Petulant warble as if onstage,
O joy!  Freedom from gilded cage.

Bib, crown and nape of rufous hue,
With wings of deepest, dusky blue.
Who are you…little spirit sage?
O joy!  Freedom from gilded cage.

 

Kyrielle

A Kyrielle is a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains (a stanza consisting of 4 lines), and each quatrain contains a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza).  Each line within the poem consists of only eight syllables.  There is no limit to the amount of stanzas a Kyrielle may have, but three is considered the accepted minimum.

Some popular rhyming schemes for a Kyrielle are:  aabB, ccbB, ddbB, with B being the repeated line, or abaB, cbcB, dbdB.

Mixing up the rhyme scheme is possible for an unusual pattern of:  axaZ, bxbZ, cxcZ, dxdZ, etc. with Z being the repeated line.  The rhyme pattern is completely up to the poet.

Cedar Waxwings

Cedar Waxwings arrived today,
fleeing from the cold jet stream,
that chases them from their lairs
and brings them here to warm. 

Their song is heard before I see
their smooth, multi-hued bodies of
lemon, masking black, russet
and gray, with those bright
splashes of red on wings,
topped off with crested heads.

Grabbing up my binoculars
to get an up-close peek,
I train them out my back
door up in the bay laurel tree.
Several are seen busily flitting
from berried limb to limb, all the
while they’re whistling their high-
pitched piercing trills.

Each year I thrill to spot them
as they visit my backyard laurel,
soon I hope the Robins will join
them, bobbing the yard with red.

Open Link Night # 21 at dVerse Poets http://dversepoets.com/2011/12/06/openlinknight-week-21/

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