Mockingbird’s Song as Colors
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The mockingbird sings lavishly, and less
Like mist of rainbows, more like burbled streams
Of notes than neighbor birds, much more caress
Of colors, more like ever-flowing dreams
Within the cosmos melodies create.
This songster does not try to harmonize
With other voices. It is like a spate
Of colors other birds forgot. The dyes
From barcarolle of painted measures sung
Do not affect the feathers, black and white
And gray. The pieced together tunes from tongue
And throat are like Christ’s color wheel in flight
When he launched music in creation’s week,
A full boutique of colors from one beak.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Oct 2, 2024 | MO |