How am I to work today
as a black squirrel navigates
precarious saplings
with death-defying sure-footedness?
And the Red-bellied woodpecker
thrums outside my window,
having mistaken brick for walnut bark
his bright red cap catching my breath
And how can I ever hope to focus
when a flit of yellow coming to rest
at our array of feeders, indicates
that the Goldfinch is declaring Spring?
The Chickadees are calling “you-who”
and the Blue Jay dares to ask
“Where are the peanuts?”
and I am feeling a tug of guilt
Even a starling,
perching on the windowsill
peers inside and ponders
what attraction keeps me glued
I’ve papers to write, blogs to read
and, well, a need to fulfill expectations
but how am I to concentrate
when Nature is so full of promise?
(Sketch my own)
I love this!
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I admire the ‘sure-footedness’ of this poem which is why I am reading it again; it is assured and brilliant as Edna St. Vincent Millay’s ‘Spring’ which is online; have you read it ?
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Thanks so much, John. I hadn’t read it, so looked it up. It is on the same theme. When I performed this poem recently, I did say it could also be titled: the Poet’s Process.
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You write in such gorgeous prose, I’m ever in awe!
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wonderful: I’ve come to you late but you are worth following: be interesting to see what you come up with next —
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Thanks so much, John. Delightful to discover a fellow poet.
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Thanks for sharing this idea with so amazing. Anita
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Thanks Anita
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Beautiful, VJ.
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Thank you!
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Sooner or later, here, the crows will give up some turf to the chickadees & hummingbirds, but it won’t happen until after the 12-15 inches of April Snow we’re supposed to get tonight & tomorrow melts. Great stuff, VJ. Thanks.
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Fortunately, we just got high winds, but April can be tricky. Thanks Ron.
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Nature just dances in our souls this time of the year!
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Yes! What a wonderful way to express it.
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Yes, how, indeed?!? I can completely relate. It’s hard to switch off the invitation nature presents us sometimes. 🙂 Well done, VJ!
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Thanks Susi
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You’re welcome!
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What a great entrance into Spring! My computer faces away from the window.
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Then how do you type? Lol
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VJ, clearly it’s impossible. (Except to write this great poem!) *wink*
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Lol. You caught me!
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I’ve had my attention taken away by owls recently. Getting out in nature can put you in a better state of mind.
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Oh, I would gladly be distracted by owls. Have yet to photograph one.
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I started seeing owls after the pandemic started. Turns out there are a lot around me.
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Amazing!
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It’s feeling a bit spring-ish around here, too. I saw something I’ve never seen around here…a bunny hopping around!
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the Easter bunny? That’s awesome.
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A REAL LIFE Easter bunny lol
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A beautiful welcome to the distractions of spring – except perhaps for the poor woodpecker
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Well, he’s a favourite, so I felt honoured. Thanks Derrick
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I hope he didn’t damage himself on the wall. He would be a favourite of mine, too
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Good point. He seemed okay. Had a mate with him, so maybe he was showing off?
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Nature wins hands down. (K)
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Thank you!
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What a delightful distraction this post is!
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Thanks LuAnne
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I love this fun, poetic reading calling us to natures distractions that are the gifts of the day in time for Easter. I hear you VJ. Have a wonderful Day💓
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Thanks Cindy. You too!
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I am picturing the birds and nature in one hand and work in the other. The birds and nature outweigh the work which not fly away but be there later and tomorrow. Wonderful poem, VJ!
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Yes. Work can always wait. Thank you.
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Hi VJ, I really love the descriptions in this poem.
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Thanks Roberta
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Nature is calling you outside to play
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It sure is!
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👏🏼😎
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Hehe. It’s a juggling act. (I face the same conundrum)
Well, you gotta get out there and BE part of nature. Work will have to wait. Yes, ma’am.
This is just sooooo lovely. Thanks for sharing. Xo
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I agree, Selma. Thanks so much
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I love Liz’s thought…nature is literally calling…thanks for sharing her song with us in your lovely artwork and poetry. 🥰
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Thanks Victoria
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Always demanding my attention too 😀
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Lol. Good distraction, I’d say
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👍😀
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Nature is calling….Sounds to me like you are doing exactly as you should. I so enjoyed this poem.
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Thanks Heather
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You’re welcome.
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It’s beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Sometimes nature takes precedence over work–and work is the better for it. 🙂
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Agreed!
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🙂
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