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Craig Norris
Nov 09, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

come

the horizon wears pink
while birdsongs weave the air
and you,
insistent
urgent
again,
tapping on my window pane
in your blue eye shadow
and cloak of feathers,
calling me 
in avian morse.

See how 
the moon is still bathing,
see,
white lines being drawn
on the roof of the world,
see the air
feel its promises
come
dance with me, 

come.

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odd molly

16 years 6 months ago

I so love the line ‘when

I so love the line 'when birdsong weave the air'... and it is such a beautiful thing that she comes tapping on your window pane.. and as always Craig your poetry carries me to this warm and comforting place.. Beautifully written and golden stars for you. *dressed in the blush of the morning the robe of innocence against a rose painted morning sky she signs slowly in gold the song of dawn for the love for the swallow for the weave for the scent of passion in his breath.. love. o molly
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Craig Norris

16 years 6 months ago

sometimes in the morning

because my house is surrounded by bush, the birds chorus seems to fill all the spaces and is so clear and close it comes right through the window. This little Blue Wren has been visiting me for some time now. I have a Bay window next to my bed, it has sixteen panes of glass and she dances from one to another tapping with her beak, sending messages to me, like a Japanese lover beyond a paper screen. love. Craig
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 6 months ago

You know I am a fan of your

You know I am a fan of your poetry, yes? Rumi Come, Come, Whoever You Are Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times Come, yet again, come, come.
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Craig Norris

16 years 6 months ago

I did not know that

and I am honoured that you say it, I love this verse from Rumi that you have left, I have not read it before, thank you so much, I should read more of these. cheers Craig
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years 6 months ago

hello

Your poetry is elegant, and your personal style is so uniquely gentle, almost feminine, but not quite. You have a delicate touch with the substance of this piece. I loved it, truly, and only wish that I had written it. You dance divinely. Always, Cat
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Craig Norris

16 years 6 months ago

thank you Cat

my day job is most often physical, outdoors amongst the heat the dust the flies the rain and wind, yet when I write, for the most part I love that which you call "the delicate touch". I guess the situations we find ourselves in are most often the result of circumstance, yet the way we see the world, if we just let it happen, is through our souls. So I like it that you say my style is almost feminine, but not quite, for me that means I am achieving some sort of balance some of the time at least. cheers Craig
Bonitaj

Bonitaj

16 years 6 months ago

Hi Craig!

as Jung would say - you're in touch with your ANIMA - and that gentleness shines through! Nice write! Bonita j
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Craig Norris

16 years 5 months ago

Hey thanks Bonita

glad you enjoyed this, went off searching for some Jungian perspectives after reading your comment, glad I did, thanks. Cheers Craig
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lyz

16 years 5 months ago

Dear Craig

Such a beauty. All above have said most but I can see what you see. Australia is a mixed bag. What you see is what you get and your poem is just a part of it. Well done. All is well written. Love the title. And, Come dance with me, how romantic. Love Lyz. XX
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Craig Norris

16 years 5 months ago

dear Lyz

glad you enjoyed and thanks for your comments, we are so lucky in this country, and what they used to refer to, and probably still do, as the tyranny of distance is in my eyes now more than ever a luxury of spaces. cheers Craig
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lyz

16 years 5 months ago

Dear Craig

I somewhat agree, but I am still glad to be here,lol. Your poem is a delight, so I say thank you. Love Lyz. XX PS, I asked you about Wallsend because there is a few Norris's from that way, just thought you may have been related. Bye for now.
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Arrow

16 years 4 months ago

Enjoyed this cheer

in the rainy winter here. I was disappointed to learn from the comments that the tapping visitor was a bird. I imagined a plumed (maybe with feathered boa), rather eccentric lover tapping at your car window in an attempt to keep you from going home. I've had a few of these folks fly in and out, waking me up. In any case, a charming poem. Just -- it's --> its.
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Craig Norris

16 years 4 months ago

thank you Arrow

by way of consolation for your dissapointment I believe these visitors of mine are lövers spirits, and the images that you drew were strong with me too, when I was writing this. cheers Craig
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Tanya

16 years 4 months ago

Hello Craig I love all the

Hello Craig I love all the images this poem evokes. Gentle yes, but not without intensity. The horizon wears pink and the moon is still bathing: just lovely. Thanks for the reminder that poetry can be quiet and still full of fire... xT
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Craig Norris

16 years 4 months ago

thank you Tanya

for your comment, yes it is nice to find that balance between the stillness and the storm. cheers and thanks again. Craig
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Ink Dragon

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Craig,

I had to laugh when I read Arrow's comment. I think this is exactly why this poem works: You leave a lot to the readers' imagination. A wonderful personification of the bird, a symbol for summer. (Here in my part of the world, swallows are the ultimate sign that summer has arrived.) Loved this summery poem, especially as we are having so much snow right now. Yours, ~Nina
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Craig Norris

16 years 4 months ago

cheers Nina

happy that you liked this and enjoyed the spaces with their summer notes. kind thoughts Craig
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mirky62

16 years 4 months ago

come

mirky62 White lines being drawn on the roof of the world. Great imagery. my interest in the poem increased as I read.Excellent.
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Craig Norris

16 years 4 months ago

hey mirky62

thanks so much for dropping bye and I am happy that you enjoyed this. cheers Craig
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

16 years 4 months ago

Craig

This is a beautiful poem I enjoy the flow of the birdsongs weaving ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara
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Craig Norris

16 years 4 months ago

thank you Barbara

we are blessed in this country with the sheer number of bird species, and their populations, it is no exageration to say that at times the chorus of their song dominates the landscape. cheers Craig
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Damo

16 years 4 months ago

The words seem

The words seem suspended...though I see whole words on the screen I hear breathy remnants of them...
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Craig Norris

16 years 4 months ago

cheers Damo

yes I like that quality here, thanks for your comments,and I appreciate your time, thanksalot. Craig
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lyz

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Craig

Reread. Magical and fresh. Still in awe, love lyz. XX
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Nicole Michaels

16 years 3 months ago

Nice read

Very nicely done. Affection shines. Well-crafted imagery. I like the invitation. The title could be improved. Kind of a wasted opportunity for such a lovely poem. Think about turning the key on your bike....Maybe a title works the same way?
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Craig Norris

16 years 3 months ago

I must admit

that I spend very little time thinking about the title of my poems, it's usually done with a re-read and whatever hits me at the time. If my poems were Ducati 900's it would be a long time between writings, but thank you for the comments, I like the idea of a title that starts a deep offbeat rumble. cheers Craig