Shadow Play

Guileless complicity begins another newborn day

Naked in the nest cries independence awhile away

Fear is a foreigner as absent as your concept of prey

And innocence blurs gray into shadow play

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Subtle the differences in hues of fine feathered display

Engineered for survival without approval to weigh

Striking gold as earth relinguishs stray strands of hay

And innocence blurs gray into shadow play

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No false promises on the wind to seduce you to stay

The unknown meets wings with only mistrust left to pray

Soul of a stoic sojourner rises above the headwind's fray

And innocence blurs gray into shadow play

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Behind the window a canvas waits as you show me the way

Sheer will of winged courage brushes life into a flurried souffle

Suspended animation holds my paints watching a frozen ballet

As innocence blurs gray into shadow play

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Oh tiniest life, unknowing, sans words you scribe an essay

Without expectations, you exist unfettered by blame to allay

Destiny paints the path you follow lighting the life you lay

As innocence blurs gray into shadow play

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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

An amazing total expression of those strong feelings, Amy. Beautifully done, with both courage and dismay woven throughout.

I'm especially fond of this line:

"Sheer will of winged courage brushes life into a flurried souffle" - ''

It speaks of both the strength within the writer & a sense of current fragmentation set off by the actual experience. I predict that the strength will prevail!


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epigramman 4 years ago

.....I can't say I've ever read words like these , Miss Amy of Hub Mount Rushmore, and the epi-man on one of those rare occasions, is left speechless and naturally, breathless too.

You write like a Rhodes Scholar but yet there is something here which is so spectacularly untrained and unschooled as well. No amount of day school or night school could prepare most learned writers this kind of gift in putting words together so well.

It's just the genius of a natural gift you have dear Miss A of Awesome.

I know, lol, because I have it too. lol

So in that regard - it takes one to know one. I deliberately defy old school tradition in what I call - the poe-tree genre - and always try to push this sometimes tired and overly earnest genre into new exciting directions by subverting the genre , if you will, and playing with its conventions. I see this in your writing as well - your style is all of your own, your class is beyond any peer and your creative mind is always visionary, compelling and intoxicating - thank you for always inspiring me to do better and to go places where I've never been before - because I know you do this everytime you put your pen to paper - (or fingers on the keyboard) lake erie time 4:37pm


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

My years of discontent made me selfishly consumed by the anxieties of my circumstances. Once I was able to regain my footing, I looked around to see a nation of displaced, disillusioned people, some without a roof or food. I always loved observing nature, Nellieanna, but I took it to a new level when I watched the birds outside my apt window (who I feed and water everyday) surviving by their own resourceful nature. Once I was too busy to pay close attention, but now I see that nature teaches many lessons for those that will stop, look and listen. No one could have convinced me, Nellieanna, that experiencing my greatest fears would make me a stronger, richer person. But, it took that to make me grow up, aware and fully engaged. Before I lost my job to the economy, I thought I was untouchable, safe and impervious to poverty. I am not. I am no better nor worse than anyone else. We are all vulnerable to the unpredictability of life. Those tiny little feathered birds manage to survive and so can I.

Thank you for your beautiful words, Nellieanna. You, too, give me courage.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Colin, As poetry is the expression of ideas through the eyes and mind of the author, it quickens my heartbeat to find that you recognize my quirkiness from my writing. The fact that I am not schooled in writing poetry, I feel, gives me an advantage in putting my thoughts to paper uninfluenced by anyone else. By the generosity and graciousness of my readers, I am learning. And, what a trip it is! I am inspired, my neurons fired, my senses wired and I am more satisfied than I even desired.

Thank you, Mister C, for your loyalty, friendship and awesome encouragement. You make the trip more worthwhile than anything I'd ever imagined. Sending love to you, Tiffy and Gabe from me in St. Lou


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epigramman 4 years ago

I am not schooled in writing poetry either - and look at me - lol - and yes , sending my love to you and in cherished memory of the magnificent Mac man - with big cat hugs from Tiffy and Gabe-man.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Yes, Mister C, and it was your poetry that first gave me the courage to give it a go! I still miss my handsome MacGregor, who used to lay at my feet as I wrote. I still have his little bed laying nearby with his toys as he arranged them. Thank you for remembering him, Colin.


Sunnie Day 4 years ago

Dear Amykins,

You have such a gift for words, grafting them in so delicately but masterfully and unique. I loved this line,

"Destiny paints the path you follow lighting the life you lay"

Destiny an entity all its own, making a path, unbeknownst to its fellow sojourners, a mysterious journey for us all.

Thank you for a deep and wonderful piece of writing,

Love,

Sunnie


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Sunnie, There is so much about your visits that I love. First and foremost, it's a visit from YOU! Then, it is your extraordinarily positive spirit that lights up every place you go. To top it off with a cherry on top, you leave me with a gift by way of a favorite line in this poem. Thank you Sunnie for one of my all time favorites from you...a nickname that I adore. Bless you, my friend, for all that you do. Sending you love from me in St. Lou


Sunnie Day 4 years ago

Sending a big hug Amykins...you brighten my day!


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Likewise, my friend. Thank you!


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xstatic 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

Another wonderful poem, the refrain carries much weight this time, "as innocence blurs gray into shadowy play." Innocence has a way of doing that. Others have spoken of the strength of this poem and I agree wholeheartedly.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, for your fine words, xstatic. It's funny how, now, the smallest nuances tell me profound things. You just made me acutely aware of what my grandmother once told me about listening with "Stop looking for a burning bush. You'll find the answers in a whisper." See what I mean, xstatic? I listened to you and was reminded of my grandmother's words and the message rings even truer. Thank you, my friend.


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Mhatter99 4 years ago from San Francisco

So glad I stopped by! You know I love this. Very clever. Very well thought out. Thank you.


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btrbell 4 years ago from Mesa, AZ

This was beautiful. I loved every word., repeating them in my head so I could feel them roll off my tongue. "an innocence blurs gray into shadow play" just one of many wonderful lines. Thank you for this awesome, thought provoking poem! Up++


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Your own style is the best style,Amy! No one has every been you before to write any other more appropriate script for your work!

Hugs.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

You just mirrored exactly how I feel everytime I read one of your pieces, Mhatter! Thank you for telling me.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Randi, Your words just made me so happy I did a little celebratory dance in my head! I feel like Christmas came early. Thank you, my friend.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Nellieanna, Thank you for the truth that the beauty of art is its expression through the unique vision of each artist. You, Nellieanna, are an artist with a beautiful mind, heart and soul. Thank you for gracing my work with all that you are.


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Genna East 4 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

I’ve been away for a few weeks and am now only catching up with my favorite hubbers. I have to agree with Nellieanna.

I especially liked,

“Soul of a stoic sojourner rises above the headwind's fray…”

Courage and adaptability comes in many sizes, shapes and sounds amidst tragedy and despair…such strength teaches us hope that prevails and survives in ways that amaze.

Beautiful poetry, Amy; like our feathered friends, it flies with an inimitable strength and clarity all its own.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I am saying a prayer of Thanksgiving, Genna, for the blessing of all my readers. Each of you blows me away with your insightful thoughts that are inspiration for, not only my writing, but my life. Your comment itself is poetry in motion, my friend. You broaden my horizon, Genna, and enrich my insight with the visual cornucopia of your rich words. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.


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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

I have to admit, dear Amy, that this poetic work of outstanding imagery took me several readings to interpret. First, I thought you were writing of sweet young birds daring to fly for the very first time. Then I realized that the birds were the metaphor for your own journey into independence . . . 'soul of a stoic sojourner ... ' - such awesome alliteration - (who) 'rises above the headwind's fray.'

That you have, that you have. This is one of the most beautiful, intricate pieces you have written, m'dear ... so far. Brava! And Up, of course.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I have an affinity for all animals, dear drbj. Animals remind me of babies; cute, without premeditated evil intent, they are clever in achieving what they need. They possess the survival instinct and often beat the toughest odds. I am always inspired by the tenacity and determination of the tinest birds; surviving impossible winters, flying against blustery winds, surviving many predators, and simply living long enough to learn to fly. Those tiny fighters give me hope. I am so grateful, that even when my circumstances were at their lowest, I fed them and will continue, no matter what. Living in the mean city of St. Louis, I had homeowners across the alley, come over where I park my car and keep the feeder, to smash the small concrete birdbath I had put out to hold their birdseed. An acquaintance of mine felt bad and bought a resin birdfeeder that cannot be destroyed and I fill it everyday with black oil sunflower seeds to make the bird's lives a little more predictable. It gives me more satisfaction than they receive at the feeder, knowing I increase their chances of survival with a small act of kindness. As you see, drbj, they were the inspiration for this poem. The birds remind me of the Nike ad "Just do it" as they make their way through each day. I'm trying to do just a fraction as well as the birds do everyday.

Thank you for your attention and profound understanding, dear friend. This piece came naturally, because I feel it deeply. Thank you for your beautiful message that tells me my meaning flies free. That means the world to me.


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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

I knew you were watching a bird on your window seal, stray strands of hay..This is so beautiful. I adore watching nature. I have a little squirrel that i feed daily on my picnic table. I continue to be amazed with your words and the ability to convey them into poetry that touches all who love your work. Hugs Amy....


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I knew you were an animal lover, Ruby, I could tell from your sweet nature. I have a little squirrel that shares the feeder with the birds, too. Contrary to the reputation of greed I've heard about squirrels, he eats a little and leaves the rest for the birds.

I hope you have a wonderful holiday, Ruby Tuesday, and I will be thinking of how grateful I am for your friendship on Thanksgiving. Hugs, Ruby...


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pennyofheaven 4 years ago from New Zealand

I am inspired by any one who can attune themselves to nature. Who in turn can use their magic with words to reveal the depth of their understanding of natures way. Revealing also their understanding of the correlation between natures way and our own natures. You my friend are gifted and inspiring. Thank you.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I am inspired by your beautiful thoughts, Penny. The gift of your uplifting and generous words keeps me thinking, writing and focused to keep trying to raise my rudimentary work to the level of art. Thank you so much, my friend.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. As always a wonderful poem and much enjoyed the shadow play.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Gypsy. I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving, my sweet friend.


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kathryn1000 4 years ago from London

I like this poem very much,Kathryn


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Oh, thank you, Kathryn. Your words mean a lot to me. I appreciate your encouragement and support.


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kathryn1000 4 years ago from London

Keep writing,Amy!


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I will, my friend, and you, too! I love your style.


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kathryn1000 4 years ago from London

Thanks so much


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Abluesfornina 4 years ago

What a beautiful poem that I'm going to read again to get the full interpretation but the words were so hypnotizing you wanted to follow the waves of vision. The imagery is magnificent.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Abluesfornina, for your magnificent message that will keep me motivated to forge onward in creative writing. You made my day.

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