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I am an Australian poet, writer, blogger, psychologist, wife, mother of two children, autism and environmental advocate, and mad animal lover
Gabrielle Bryden, poem, poetry, the old man and the parakeet
August 29, 2013 at 11:07 am
A painfully beautiful poem, I wept when I read it. It touches something deep inside me.
August 30, 2013 at 1:14 pm
thankyou tricia for such a beautiful comment (5/5 for that one :) )
August 29, 2013 at 1:28 pm
There is a wisdom of life in these lines…and a sadness…but each of us shall face that moment…a most fine poem.
thanks Charles :) you can get 5/5 as well
August 29, 2013 at 6:27 pm
Very well done.
August 30, 2013 at 1:15 pm
thanks colonialist :)
August 29, 2013 at 10:39 pm
Such a powerful evocation of loneliness and decay in the word-switching. Excellent poem.
August 30, 2013 at 1:17 pm
thanks bb – this poem just popped out of my head from my subconscious – indicating I think that my brain needs a good house clean – it’s getting a bit cluttered and confused in there ;)
August 30, 2013 at 5:14 am
Gosh. Very sad. If only we could choose when we leave the party.
August 30, 2013 at 1:20 pm
thanks Kate :) I didn’t mean it to be so sad – I find it quite soothing in a renewal sense – but we all read different things into it
August 31, 2013 at 4:28 pm
Gabe, my son, who was a wise young man, would constantly remind me that I could never know what an author or lyricist was feeling. All I could know with certainty was what the words evoked in me. This poem, and the varied responses, is for me, a reminder of his insight and wisdom.
I love that your children laughed, because although I wept when I first read the poem, I also see a Dr Suess like imagery in it. :)
August 31, 2013 at 4:29 pm
Dr Seuss. (My middle name is doofus) :)
August 31, 2013 at 6:04 pm
Your son was on the right track – everyone inserts a layer of meaning onto a poem or song – sometimes I’m not really sure myself and the meaning mutates over time – your initial response is probably the one I was after and you are probably tapping into the essence of the thing (just don’t tell anyone ;) ) I like the Dr Seuss thing – thanks for that.
August 30, 2013 at 7:23 am
Take the happy pills before the election Gabe. Too much sadness can make you ill!
I just loved the juxtaposition of the usual meanings with ‘full door and open bowl’, then ‘deaf house and mouldy parakeet’… good poetry!
PS. Why is the font you now use so small on my screen?
August 30, 2013 at 1:25 pm
thanks Staffo – the pills aren’t working – hahaha – I need some summer heat and complete lack of responsibility. I read this poem to my kids and they laughed their heads off – which I thought was pretty neat (tears and laughter from the same poem – who knew). I don’t know what is going on with the font but I’m pretty sure it’s your fault – hahaha – I haven’t changed anything as far as I can tell (unless you mean the whole theme thing – which I did ages ago) – I will have a look at my blog from a different computer to see what you mean – you can always change the size on your screen (I do that as I am blind as a bat and getting worse by the day).
August 31, 2013 at 1:17 pm
Oh my, such a touching piece Gabe. I felt it as an old yellow.
August 31, 2013 at 1:46 pm
back on the colour thing Geoff – hahaha – glad you liked it – it’s a purple piece for me (and maybe a little mustard) ;)
August 31, 2013 at 5:40 pm
I could cry for that bird.
August 31, 2013 at 6:05 pm
same here ;) but he is just imaginary and will be fine (I just gave him some fresh seed and water, and its now squawking its happy song)
August 31, 2013 at 11:08 pm
I am so relieved!
You did a great job, engendering such emotion in your reader.
September 1, 2013 at 8:20 am
thanks – my imagination is far worse than my real life ;)
September 1, 2013 at 11:29 am
Loved this: ‘the newspaper is stale and the seed is corrupt’. Says a lot about this coming week in Australia.
September 1, 2013 at 3:40 pm
I’m afraid so – I have a free floating feeling of dread this week (and I know I’m not alone) Nigel – I’m preparing to go for my 3 year media free stint – I am just going to read books and online stuff – I’m going to look on the bright side – I’ll catch up on my to read list :)
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