Birdsong is a Massage for the Brain

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By Jane Hyphen

Fri, 12 May 2017
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Birdsong is a massage for the brain

Piercing notes to shrink

Our gilded entities inflamed

Sound crystals sharp enough to

Burst the perceived bubbles

Of our self-inflicted struggles

The cleanest whistle to wash

Away blue demons

Vain desires that grow real

In the small picture

A pause and here it comes again

Close your eyes,

The message in the shrill drill

From feathered hearts, piped

Art as pure as if it flowed

From skies and trees

The truest elements of life

Home in on lucid chimes

Allow the lint to fall away

Exult, make way for clarity

Up there they sing,

What they see,

Streamed live

For listening ears

The big picture

 

 

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Submitted by airyfairy on

That image of the birdsong 'streamed live for listening ears' is wonderful. I shall remember that.  

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

This poem is so beautifully put. Yes you're right, birdsong is most definitely a massage for the brain.

Very much enjoyed.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks so much airyfairy. I'm really enjoying the birds at the moment and as much as I miss my old cat, I don't think I'll get another, the birds represent something which is becoming rarer and they need our protection I think.

Hi Jennifer thanks for your comment, I can really feel something good happening to my brain when I hear birdsong, interesting that you experience similar. Not so much with Kanye West but maybe I'm just a simpleton.

And thanks you for the cherries!

 

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Hi, Jane. I came back to this today as I was a bit tired getting into it yesterday.

I find it rather easy to 'cut out' the birdsong, maybe because when I do listen to it it is absorbing, but it does pierce in with clarity through the gunge doesn't it. As also, I find in a different way, does looking down at the detail of petals, leaves etc. Rhiannon