Bird Notes
(Poetry) "The threshold between humans and nature grows ever stronger and I am only human/I'm not capable of such tender beauty as that made by birds"
The blank page is endless in front of me, its waters undisturbed This kind of perfection can't be helped by writing, it can only be ruined, and I am the ruiner The splash of the ink on the page makes ripples and streaks like a bird flying low near the surface of the lake, dipping her pointed claw in just a little, dropping feathers I could say I am that bird, but it would be boastful; the threshold between humans and nature grows ever stronger, and I am only human I'm not capable of such tender beauty as that made by birds This humbles me, as does the realization that this pen is not a claw this page is not a pond and so, I am free to ruin it
Oh yes, you are quite capable of such tender beauty, Annie..............thank you for ruining this page!
I love this!!! I wish more people knew how to combine aggressive enjambments with such a subtle tone as you have done here. "streaks like a // bird" is a really breathtaking jump. Also, food for thought: I tried inverting the poem and reading it again - it changed the resonance but it still worked. Maybe new options can come out of something like that!