Logos

peace and perfect love hubby xoxoxoxoxoxoxox

J.B. Longo-Geremia EXQUISITE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love from Joe

Oh Jayne, oh Jayne, I pressed first the spotlight button, then descended here where I must place a laurel rosary of honour upon your head in awe of this, your poem, so beautiful and as Joe says exquisite, it takes our breath away and renders us, as you say, speechless. We all love you dearest Jayne Ann.

This poem is sad but has a lot going for it. It needs a stronger last line. The bird metaphor works really well. Love and hugs, Brian

the first contact in the language of birds, one silent sound Peace for all. Love, Mum "What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal." Albert Pine

Just one little thing. I think [I] would have used a gerund for the pause, before the last two lines. The spacing just seems to ask for it. i love to watch the birds as they sing their lines for each other. It reminds me now, that Spring is only a couple of months away. Brought me to a warmer place for a few minutes. Love and hugs, Gee

I really love your poem. Love&Hugs, Sincerely, Hugo

Your work in rhythm is superb! I bet you are a musician (as well) yes? Mark "some things change, some things do not"

Now the perfect ending!!! ~Mum "What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal." Albert Pine

I've read it several times and theres a real flow to your ideas/conversation, maybe you can improve the ending, or simply cut the last 2 lines. Anyway I'm like you, always listening to the currawongs.

I like the ending very much. I would be surprised to see you out do you here (maybe even possibly imaginably disappointed) (((jayne-chloe))) Mark "some things change, some things do not"

Jayne, Jayne, Jayne... You really do never cease to amaze me, you write perhaps what you see but with such wonderful wording it is like taking a picture and palcing on the page... but you have it in full motion like a video player as the scene rolls along from perfecly poised woring... love the pauses and stepped lining to add emphasis to the moments, really does catch your breath in misty boughts. We all need to just stop and take in our surrounds ... and not only see and hear all that lies in our own silence but to feel it also. This actually makes me want to go outside and explove find a hidden grove and listen to my surroundings, and merge myself with the world... and as we become one see the flashes of white above... the flags of peace and harmony... as all nations, all people and even the earth herself shares the same heartbeat. Superb my friend... just remember no matter where you are I am wishing you and all your family well, have fun and enjoy the world in your absence from here :) Dale :)

This is excellent again. I love the sentiment and the mythic style reminiscent of Hart Crane. As for the title, I think "Logos" or something along those lines would work really well within the context of the poem. All the best, Daniel Main Entry: Lo·gos Pronunciation: \ˈlō-ˌgäs, -ˌgōs\ Function: noun Inflected Form(s): plural Lo·goi \-ˌgȯi\ Etymology: Greek, speech, word, reason — more at legend Date: 1587 1 : the divine wisdom manifest in the creation, government, and redemption of the world and often identified with the second person of the Trinity 2 : reason that in ancient Greek philosophy is the controlling principle in the universe

Dear jayne chloe, what is the myth/ ledgond of the birds that you said you liked? I am always interested about the story behind the poem. Really loved the birds imagery in this one, very soulful and quiet love vix

I had a writing teacher once who said: "A feather is a letter from a bird." I suppose a poem could be a feather from a muse. Nice find. Keep 'em coming.

Something for you to come back to dearest Jayne. You mentioning the mythology of birds reminded me of some old country songs of Greece where the farmer is out in the fields and hears the birds telling him that his home and his wife are being attacked, we have the same one in Norway too, and that he must away home to see after them. The sounds were whistled like birds- once Erik got lost and went the wrong way in a wild part of the Estrella mountains in the middle of Portugal, no people except the farmers were to be seen here, and the farmers saw that he left our group, so they watched him so that when they saw he was in doubt they began to whistle to him, and the other farmers joined in and led him to us, that was also a kind of magic happening like the sound of the birds leading the way, as you mention, in the Nordic myths and the raven leading the fox to carrion. I have been as close to birds as any animal, perching on my shoulder and singing their special intimate song in my ear,(robin) that WAS A GREAT PRIVILEGE I feel. They knew me well out in my garden with my old gabardine mackintosh and wellys weeding, oh the smell of the earth, but that's another subject! Those sparrows they are to be found everywhere in the world and their chirping is the sound of the continuity of life in my mind. Unassuming little birds, like Edith Piaf when she was first found, she was called Sparrow = La Môme. Without humans they would soon disappear as they have relied on our rubbish to survive, there they are everywhere under our feet in the centre of big cities, always faithfully hopping about. I love their innocence. I hope this makes your morning happy too dear dear Jayne, we do all of us, especially Joe. Love to you from Anskie bird

You are so amazing. When I read 'Spoken in No Tongue' for the first time (i.e. 2 days back), I knew I have to think about it again and again and still will fall short comprehending how awesome it is. Hats off to you. :) Love and regards Pragyan.

You are so my hero, doing a bit of catch up, been gone awhile. I have read all your new stuff. You never dissapoint! Your Fan, Elizabeth

Exquisite. Will miss you. Shalom

Awww Jayne...this took me away to a place where the city is made of pure gold and the people live in universal harmony with themselves and their blissful surroundings.... What a deep profound stirring poem... Loved it..you got my nom Best regards Stu :-)

"a lone sparrow that carries a sacred missive, in a perfect language" Bang . . . you got me with this one. Very cool~! Victor

We hold you, and you belong to us. We cherish you as the sunlight.You cannot leave our eyes. We cannot let you go anymore then the beautiful moon light on a still lake can release our hearts.Return to us soon, that such birds that sing will not forget their song; and love, from that place where eagles dare to dream, where your dreams have become ours beyond words. B

Oh Barry you worded that comment with such grace and eloquence that I shout here beside you, the chorus of its sentiments and join in the praise of this, our bird of Australia, its sheen and beautiful innocence at the same time a bold language, where the underlying message is clothed so specially well and yet adds a potent poignancy to her statements of despair full of such beauty and compassion that we bow to her with our best robes on to befit this Queen of language and the sweetness of Jayne Chloe's nature. "that such birds that sing will not forget their song;" " where your dreams have become ours beyond words." Ah big big sigh and joy at the correctness of Barry's words. We send you all our good wishes and the waves of our best auras over the sea to Australia to make you well and ready to bloom with the flowers of your lovely poetry again. Ann of Norway, Anna Annuccia Anskie bird, me, love ever.

so of course I read and its well thought out and well written for us at an age the maturity now is whats gold in it for me as was some of the early works of poets poetess I loved reading as a youth this is inspiring Seren thank you

you asked for raw truth, first, i felt like i was watching a dove in slow-motion- pretty cool. the imagery and subject were just a bit too vague, i couldn't tell if the dove was trying to actually do something, just means with no goal, very "beautiful, beautiful birds"ish. not bad, but very general. when you write anything, step back and look at it and ask yourself-'if ANYONE else wrote this, what would they have to change to make it definitively theirs?'

You are no pheonix No exotic rarity But rather a very special Pure and only Unicorn bird.. "Imagine all the people.." Mark "Do not ask me about poetry, I am just a poet"