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Tuesday, November 10, 2015


At the top
of the spires
of the ocotillo
where red flames grow
perches a phainopepla
emptying his throat.
His sweet song
drifts over the sage
brush for all to hear.
But if no one 
pauses to listen, 
is there a sound?

     I live a very quiet life at the end of a road on three acres.Sometimes when I go into town, to the mall to go shopping, it seems really noisy to me.  There are all sorts of buzzing, rings, voices, and sounds I don't normally hear.  I think about those birds and I wonder what voices the city folks hear.  What birds have you seen or heard today?  For your poetry challenge for today, can you try writing a poem about some sound you hear?  Have fun writing.

     Today I'll stop and listen to the sounds around me.


  1. I love the red flames growing on the ocotillo. Very lovely poem. Thanks, Joy.

    1. Thanks, Rosi.
      I imagine this poem is going to reappear again later in some other version because I keep thinking about that bird singing . I wonder if he cares if anyone listens to him or not.

  2. Joy,
    Maybe you can let the bird tell/sing his song in a poem. His message to readers.