No more than a sparrow, am I
numbered among the ordinary;
brightly I sing, though inwardly shy
of people and shadows I am wary.
Numbered among the ordinary
I flit about virtually unseen –
of people and shadows I am wary,
head down I carry out my routine.
I flit about virtually unseen,
require little to make me content;
head down I carry out my routine
forage between furrow and cement.
Require little to make me content,
brightly I sing though inwardly shy,
forage between furrow and cement,
no more than a sparrow, am I.
(dVerse’s form of the month is the Pantoum. Image is from my own collection.)
Wonderful! The sparrows will inherit the earth I think. (K)
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..and so they should! Thanks, Kim.
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Sparrows are such brave little fellows … and you’ve managed a quite credible pantoum. Good for yoU!
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Thanks Beverly.
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To be a mere sparrow is something that can be good, to be content with little, to be wary and shy… very well done pantoun
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Thanks Björn.
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Nice one, yes – to be content.
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Yes. Thanks.
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Such a beautiful pantoum and I love the photo and theme about the sparrow.
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Thank you Grace.
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‘no more than a sparrow’ – but sparrows are amazing, at one with their surroundings, their beauty no less for their useful camouflage. 😉
lovely poem, anything but ordinary.
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Thank you so much!
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such a sweet salute for the sparrows. thank you for this!
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Thank you!
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Oh V.J this is the sweetest Pantoum ever! ❤️
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It is? Yours is the sweetest comment.
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BRAVO, well done, V.J.!!
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Ah, thanks!
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Most welcome, dear heart ❤
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a tiny sparrow trying to make itself even tinier. a delicate pantoum, i really like the flow and arc of words
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Thank you, Gina.
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Sparrows and pantoums go together well, V.J. I love the way they flit, as they have in your pantoum, from stanza to stanza. By the way, I’ve just spotted four magpies in our garden!
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Oh – we don’t have magpies. They are so striking. What does four mean? Isn’t there a rhyme?
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One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl and four for s boy.
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You have done a wonderful character study, VJ. I agree with the number 26, about the beauty in the ordinary. Every thing has its place and its nature in this thing called life. To see a thing go about its nature is beautiful.
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Thank you Jade for your thoughtful response. Personally, I love all the birds.
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🙂
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It may be a blessing to be content with little. Nice pantoum.
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Thank you Frank. A first attempt.
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Well done VJ. I really liked this! I’m still hesitant about writing a Pantoum. I should try I guess 😑
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Not sure I got it write. Lillian’s chart helped.
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“Numbered among the ordinary
I flit about virtually unseen –”
This is a great line that speaks to me. Sometimes the most beautiful things don’t ask for attention, and it is perhaps this very trait that makes them beautiful. Beauty in simplicity, and meaningfulness through being mundane. A very lovely poem.
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Thank you so much.
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