Morning breaks slowly;
in the emerging light,
robins and blackbirds
rehearse their words,
tuning up quietly
before they release their songs
like raindrops into the stream
of morning birdsong
to seep into my dream.
Kim M. Russell, 30th April 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform Poems in April Day 30: The Frontier of Writing
Anmol is our host on the final day of NaPoWriMo and our optional challenge s to write a poem in praise of a source of inspiration: muse, life, web of thoughts, dreams or sleeplessness, daily tasks, favourite artist or musician, nature and environment. He asks us to keep it between 30-60 words. As inspiration, he has shared Seamus Heaney’s poem ‘From the Frontier of Writing’.
writing in north norfolk 
A couple of red whiskered bulbuls are the morning song here… so loud for such tiny birds!
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I like the sound of those red whiskered bulbuls, Rajani. I’ll be looking them up!
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I did and they are really sweet!
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How lovely! I can totally imagine how that would be such a perfect environment for inspiration — those last three lines are plain amazing. 🙂
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Thank you, Anmol! 🙂
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Oh this is absolutely stunning, Kim! ❤️ I love the idea of morning birdsong seeping into dreams 😍😍 Congratulations on making it through NaPoWriMo! ❤️
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Thank you so much, Sanaa! And congratulations to you, too. It wasn’t easy with the different little trips away but I got there. 🙂
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Just beautiful!
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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What a tranquil moment of accord between poet and the songsters of nature.
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I had one of those this morning. After spending a couple of days in a city, I am back to peace and birdsong…
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I like the way you referred to them as rehearsing and tuning, seeing their voices as comparable to musical instruments
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Thank you, Larry.
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I like raindrops into a stream. Gonna go listen now
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🙂
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I LOVE waking to a fresh breeze coming in a screen window and birdsong. This poem captures that!
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Thank you, Margaret!
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I like the idea of the birds rehearsing their words!
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I wish I knew the words and I could sing along!
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Morning birdsong is so lovely and an amazing way to greet the day. This is beautiful!
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Thank you, Linda!
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Gorgeous!
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Thank you, Toni!
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It gave me the same thrill I get when I’m in a concert hall and I hear the instruments start to tune up. Is there a word that encompasses the idea of being thrilled and at peace in the same moment?
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There are probably plenty but where are they when you need them, Rommy? I;m dumbstruck!
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Oh I love bird rehearsals and their grand concerts. There is nothing like it.
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I arrived back last night to be greeted by birdsong this morning – I love coming home!
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I would like to have the chirping of a nearby bird seep into to my dreams. That is a pleasant thought.
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Thanks Jim! I arrived back home last night so I was delighted to hear birdsong this morning.
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Morning breaks so early so the birds look at me and wish me happy midday when I wake up
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😀
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Awww. Just beautiful
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Thanks Namy.
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I can close my eyes and see this orchestra, the song their conductor, your ears their audience…
Such a joy to read!
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Thank you, Magaly!
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