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“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all,” says Emily Dickinson. I felt like I was perching in the heart of my family the other day which reminded me of Cardinals and Crazy Heart. (a 420 character 9-line poem)

To keep ahold on you all, I perch like a Cardinal.

She presses down on her heels to get the belly feathers to cover her legs,

an action which tightens the flexor tendons.

She tucks one leg up for warmth,

& this gives more weight to the other

& forces her toes to curl around the twig,

thus locking the tendon & the pose for the night.

I, too, hug in, weighting my attention as I perch amongst you all.

To keep ahold.

PATTY

 

First, Crazy Heart and Jeff Bridges:

I been loved and I’ve been alone

All my life I’ve been a rolling stone

Done everything that a man can do
Everything to get a hold on you

Done everything that a man can do
Everything to get a hold on you

I’ve been blessed and I’ve been cursed
All my lies have been unrehearsed
A wall of fire that I walked through
Only trying to get a hold on you

A wall of fire that I walked through
Only trying to get a hold on you

I saw you waiting at the gate
But I arrived a moment late
I saw you shed a single tear
But still I can’t get there from here

I’ve been high and I’ve been low
I’ve been people that I don’t know
Been to China and Old Peru
Only trying to get a hold on you

I’ve been to China and to Peru
I’m only trying to get a hold on you
Only trying to get a hold on you

Next Hope and Feathers and Emily:

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
And some Cardinals:
 http://youtu.be/1IjXevlSfL8

 

5 thoughts on ““Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all,” says Emily Dickinson. I felt like I was perching in the heart of my family the other day which reminded me of Cardinals and Crazy Heart. (a 420 character 9-line poem)

    1. And I did feel as if I were a bird perched amongst a mixed flock of friends and dear ones, and if I were a bird, we would be in one of those woven roosting cavities like the one I saw Chickadees, Nuthatches, and Titmice fly out of one cold morning last month. Cozy.
      Happy New Year, Morgan!
      Patty

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