My Meta Metaphor

Well, now,

I have filled all your feeders, and I’ve cleaned up your messes.

I’ve protected you from rats, cats, and this and thats!

You pleasure me as I view from my prized place, my all-seeing window, but . . .

the question would arise:

Why do you scatter when I open my door to you,

open my life to you, fill your spaces with warm words full of love and provision?

Why must I view through a double-pane?  A double pain?

If I go out, you wait in the trees, holding aloof, half ignoring, wary,

willing to eat but not to come close,

willing to drink but not while I’m present—too much of me there, I suppose.

. . . I’m sorry, Lord, did You say something?

About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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25 Responses to My Meta Metaphor

  1. snowbirdpress says:

    I believe you are too full of energy and doing for them to come near. From what I have read you have to be able to sit still with a cup of bird seed in your hat in the middle of winter for a couple of hours… and then, they will come to you… if they think you’re a post or a fence or something to land on. They don’t take any chances… so if you do this, don’t forget to dress very, very warmly….you don’t want to go sneezing and chasing them all away again! 🙂 I love your poem.

  2. dorannrule says:

    Oh, this is a good one, right down to the sentiments. At first (before I saw the photos) I thought you were talking about a chicken coop! The birds are gathering here now too – leaving in great flocks for warmer climes even though the last of summer still lingers here. A great post Lilly.

  3. Imelda says:

    lovely poem, and picture too. 🙂

  4. reinkat says:

    I loved the photos, smiled to myself as I read the words . . . and was totally suprised and blown away by the unexpected last line. Bravo!
    If you ever publish a book of these poems, please do let me know. You have written some real gems.

  5. tootlepedal says:

    I’ve said before but I’ll say it again – you have a wonderful fence. I loved the picture with it in. It took me some time to notice that it had birds on it. I too feel that birds haven’t quite grasped their responsibilities as photo subjects but I expect that they don’t care what we think very much.

  6. katehobbs says:

    I showed my husband the photo first. Then I read the poem to him. His reaction was as expected – was the poem about the birds? But then realisation dawned with the repeating of the last line – Wow, was the poem about us and was God trying to get our attention? What a wonderful double meaning. You are one very talented lady.

  7. As I was reading the lines (I am having a sour disposition toward poetry right now, so I will not call your work “poetry”), I was reminded of how God put the fear of man into the animals. Yes, we feed them, provide them water and shelter, but they will always flee. God knew what man’s intents were going to be and so He gave the birds and other animals some bit of protection from that.

    Ah, but you got to the heart of the matter in the last line, our relationship with God- how like the flighty HOSP we are.

    • It was reinforced with every foray out to the feeders, and I felt the conviction that underscores how ungrateful I am to God for His provision and how aloof I am when He is all about loving me and wanting relationship.

      I need to cure you of your poetry aversion. 🙂 If you were my student, I would make you write a poem about hating poetry!

      • I think I have already done that. 🙂 For a couple years I had fun writing what I called “Non-poems”. Sometimes they rhymed, sometimes not. They rarely ever had the correct so called rhythm. But I had fun. Sometimes I even braved seriousness. Just reading again the 2nd grade teacher’s guide about teaching “true poetry” really knocked me down with all these highminded thoughts as to what poetry really is.

        • You were writing free verse, which has no controlling meter, rhyme, or content requirements. It is my favorite form of poetry expression. What makes poetry poetry is not just the requirements of form but the compression of language and the imagery. You should do it again. I’d like to read them.

    • Do you know what the bird on the fence is? It’s not a good pic, but he caught my eye with the way he was bobbing his tail up and down–different from my usual visitors. Thrush maybe?

      Also the other on looks like a HOSP to me but he had more white than most and is bigger than most. Yes?

      • Every bird on the fence I see is a House sparrow. The saying, “Birds of a feather flock together” is most often true. There can be large flocks of birds and they are usually the same species. If there is an oddity, it will usually be one in the same genus or family. We had a rare Lincoln’s Sparrow hanging out with the HOSP, but we wouldn’t see a blackbird or thrush with them like that.

        Oh, to confuse you more, I just did a quick search and there are 31 subspecies of HOSP. I do not believe many are in the US, but that could explain size and marking differences. We had a leucistic female last year and think we have a male this year. This is similar to albinism, but instead of the bird being completely without pigment, just a portion of them would be.

        • Hmm, that’s weird. I hit reply and attached 2 photos because sometimes reply is private, but this obviously went to the post. 🙂 The pics I’m talking about were attached to a reply. Did you see those? The bird on the fence in that pic had a longer tail and bopped it up and down in no way like the finches or HOSP. Let me know if you saw the 2 pics I sent.

        • No, I did not see the two photos. That explains it, I was looking at the birds on the blog entry. I read your reply through my Dashboard and then came here to reply.

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