Small Talk

[Ron Buck (halfshell)]

Small Talk
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I am not a bird,
said, the bird to the boy.

I am not a boy,
said, the boy to the bird.

I am not the sky,
said, the sky to the boy
not a boy, to the bird
not a bird, not a boy,
not the sky.

Just a thought, I am not.
I am I, am I not,
said, the birdboysky.

I am song.
I am sand.
I am everything I am,
under yellow under gray,

where I stand,
where I sit,
where I cry,
where I play

in the ocean, where I float,
many miles away.

Just a dot, dot, dot
with a whale of a thought,
I have caught along the way.

I am I, am I not,
said, the birdboysky.

My, oh my, what a day to be alive![/size]

[Sherry Thrasher]

Wonderful. Almost a kicked-up Dr. Seuss of sorts. Glad to see you posting here again. You've been missed.

Sherry

[LeoVictorBriones (poetremains)]

This poem reminds me of the Quechua poetry of Peru. This indigenous poetry often melds the natural/supernatural/animistic worlds and personifies them as if they were one entity. Not sure if this was your intent but you have done a good job of it nonetheless. Great poem.

[ramadevi]

Hi Ron. Nice to read this again today here. I already reviewed this morning, but want to reiterate how much i enjoy it. I agree with Sherry, it has a Dr/ Seuss flavor to it.... especially due to the flow and rhythm, the mild rhyme and the creative language usage, such as combined words and constant repetitions.

Oh, i just love this!
Delightful.

dot dot dot...

[wavemaker9 (Rick D.)]

This illustrates brilliance only found with a twinkle. You really are something Ron. What a glow!
Rick

[mfwilkie]

Ron,

I'd nix the ending. I messed with it a bit.

Maggie

I am not a bird,
said, the bird to the boy.

I am not a boy,
said, the boy to the bird.

I am not the sky,
said, the sky to the boy
not a boy, to the bird
not a bird, not a boy,
not the sky.

Just a thought, I am not.
I am I, am I not,
said, the birdboysky.

I am song.
I am sand.
I am everything I am,
under yellow under gray,

where I stand,
where I sit,
where I cry,
where I play

in the ocean, where I float,
many miles away.

A simple dot
with a thought,
caught along the way.

[purplejacket]

what fun!
I will read it to my daughter, and tell you what she thinks tomorrow.
(Sometimes a child's perspective is the most telling one; my daughter hasn't started school yet, so her thinking is still her own uncorrupted purity.)

[purplejacket]

well. She liked it very much - wanted me to read it about 5 times. I asked her what she thought it meant, and she said, "Well, I think that bird is fooling the boy."
I said, "Do you think the boy is fooling the bird the same way?"
"Yep. He sure is."
I said, "If they're both fooling in the same way, maybe they want to be part of the same thing. How can they be part of the same thing?"
We talked a little more, and thought maybe they were in a picture together, and eventually she said, "The boy really isn't a boy, because he's really a piece of paper."

It was really great to work through this with her. I said, "How can the picture be a song?"
She said, "Maybe the bird and the boy are singing to each other." We came up with various ways that a picture could stand, sit, cry and play, or at least have those things in it.

I don't think you should lose the "whale of a thought." I like how it maintains the idea of an ocean, and the colors you've used. And If this is a picture of a little boy in or near the sea, then maybe that little boy has grown up, and maybe he once had big dreams.

I love the rhythm and sounds of this. Reading it aloud to my girl proved worthy of every second we spent with it. thanks.

[David Nelson Bradsher]

Brilliance in simplicity, Ron. ;D

[LynnDoiron]

I found this brilliant beginning to end the first time I read it a few days ago, the next time I read it, yesterday, and equally fun and bright today.

lynn