look there notes on a musical clef crotchets hanging sight read or flight's rest a row of pigeons silhouettes bowing to balance tails fanned clatter of wings pizzicato circling fright bow and fan again a photo, a tune a swing-rhythm a wing-rhythm a juke
Written for dVerse Quadrille 131 with Brian Miller
Out of the Cave 
eloquent and sharply observed 🙂
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The imagery swirls, and I love it so much!
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Thank you!! Very kind. 🙂
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Intriguing. You made the music your own and did not rely on the juke box.
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A lovely comment. Thank you. Those pigeons wing to their own drum. 🙂
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I love how those musical notes hang in the air – and this ends in the middle, leaving us wanting more. There’s a musical term for that but I can’t remember the name of it! Maybe you know?
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Thanks, Ingrid. Not sure I do know the term you’re thinking of. 🤔🙂. Will ponder it. Am so enjoying revisiting music reading with my kids! Must get to the piano more.
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Wonderful! Those birds do look like notes on the staff!
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Yes. In my chemo haze on Friday I looked at my photos and was there trying to work out the notes. 🤣🤣. Not for long. But it was enough to jot down the idea for a poem. And so… thanks to dVerse (and a few days to regain clarity), here it is.
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Wow! Great poem. Proves that music is everywhere. 🎶
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Thanks, Ulle. I agree. Life has a soundtrack. 🙂
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So true. I will put that in my quote book.
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I love this clever metaphor. Well penned.
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Thanks. 🙂 It was a genuine mistake. 🤣
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Ah, the crochet notes. Brilliant. Unique imagery to describe a universal language.
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Oh, lovely poem for our pigeon friends. They sound exactly like that. I had about 20 on my lawn yesterday.
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🙂. They’re sweet little things to watch.
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I can feel and hear the clatter of wings, they do have a song of their own.
I don’t see pigeons around here unless I drive into the city.
Wishing you well…
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Thank you. We have crested pigeons here, self important little creatures with under-wings like oil-colour rainbows. The females are so demure.
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row of pigeons
silhouettes bowing to
balance … is my fav part… so very visible before my inner eye..nice
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Goody! Thank you. 🙂
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Oh I love all the birds! Gotta love a poem with birds in it.
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Thanks Sherry! 🙂
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I love the theme / movement of music and birds in this!
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Thanks, Helen! 🙂
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Excellent
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Thanks 🙂
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This is a delightful journey of words and imagery.
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This is a delightful journey of words and imagery.
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Thanks, Beverly. 🙂
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Very good. Seriously. I think I’ve said this before to you, but this is the sort of imagery that is really hard for me to come up with. I’m quite impressed!
❤
David
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Oh this was a chemo gift of sorts. I saw the photo of the pigeons and my exhausted brain was honestly trying to figure out the notes. Our kids are both obsessed with music at the moment. We have unfinished manuscripts in profusion about the house. So I guess that colluded with chemo to produce a momentary delusion which I had presence of mind enough to jot down before the notion fled.
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wow. that’s… I’m not sure what adjective to use here.
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It’s just the drugs, man. 😎 Relaaax.
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This is so strangely beautiful…like squinting to see different visions, perspectives or perhaps realities.I love it.
Sending you healing thoughts…
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Many thanks, Mish. So glad you liked the poem. 💕
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You made the music very visual… those pigeons sure know how to say it.
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🙂
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