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Evening Birds

Evening birds are poised
in a moment of stillness,
their alert little heads tilted
to listen for the supersonic,
whistling call that always seems
to come to them from somewhere
beyond the diminishing sunset.

My dark thoughts cannot catch them;
the quick patterns of their flight
into the twilight, bits of black on
clouded blue, are reminding me
again of abstract art, a seemingly
random and disjointed arrangement
that somehow achieves a constantly
changing and perfect balance.

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The pointlessness and confusion of daily life is revealed by nature to be full of hidden order and meaning.

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I am a Canadian, originally from Ontario, and am now living in Calgary, Alberta. I have studied sciences and anthropology at university and travelled across North America and briefly to Mexico and the Caribbean. I have been writing for over 20 years and performed my work in public. I have written more than 100 poems, several short stories and am presently working on a few novels.

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Comments

  • Solomon Walker
    Solomon Walkerover 5 years ago

    so super, so brilliantly mended—wonderful!

    Do you know the poetry of Walter DeLa Mare? Reminds me very much of his work…He is my very fav poet!

  • Nancy Ames
    Nancy Amesover 5 years ago

    I will check him out – this poem is very recent, so that’s encouraging to hear, Solomon.

  • Russell Anderson
    Russell Andersonover 5 years ago

    beautiful words nancy

  • Thanks again.

    – Nancy Ames

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosover 4 years ago

    Sweet and clear insight of these little creatures.
    I have enjoyed this flight with blissful feelings…
    Rosa (shortness is quality sometimes..your poem is full, though is not extensive..good!!)

  • Thanks very much, Rosa.

    – Nancy Ames

  • LisaMM
    LisaMMover 3 years ago


    Congratulations !

  • Delightful to be featured – thanks very much, LisaMM.

    – Nancy Ames

  • Arcadia Tempest
    Arcadia Tempestover 3 years ago

    The palette of nature is so not into the ID …it has a resilience that is a comfort and reading this is exactly how I felt afterward.
    So true what you have said here, we can perhaps just stop thinking and be a evening bird.. :O)

  • Arcadia Tempest
    Arcadia Tempestover 3 years ago

    Hmmm on reflection I should of said EGO , not ID me thinks…

  • Thanks, Arcadia Tempest – I appreciate your thoughtful comments. Our spirits, like these metaphorical birds, seek the light.

    – Nancy Ames

  • Deborah Lazarus
    Deborah Lazarusover 3 years ago

    Stellar imagery in this piece!!! A great read , as usual!!! Superb!!!

  • Thankyou, Deborah.(the above feature in wonderful world of words happened after posting to you.)

    – Nancy Ames

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosabout 3 years ago

    Oh….I love metaphors…and your poem is a complete and wholly one.
    Considering thoughts as those birdies is give them more Life as they deserve.
    And why?….mostly thoughts are like sparkles, without specific direction,
    though we “think” they have any. Just targeted but really essential to our soul.
    I have enjoyed much your poetry, is simple in a way, and quite sophisticated in the other.
    Rosa

  • Yes, Rosa – I do try for an immediate effect of simplicity that leads the reader into the deeper implications. Thanks for seeing this – Nancy

    – Nancy Ames

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosabout 3 years ago

    Because words are the winging winds of our thoughts and the messengers of air like the birds, this poem so well deserves it.

  • Thanks so much, Rosa, for this feature.

    – Nancy Ames

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