What Will I Tell The Deer And the Birds

Fabulous fred, Simply Fabulous

Exquisite.

that you love them still? this was great!!! thank you, Fred! :)

The beginning stanza seems to suggest we are marked with a destiny. as we move through life experiences and discoveries, we must most certainly hear the call and touch of romance. I like the animal metaphor. You used gentle animals, nonetheless animals to maybe depict that even the gentle souls have carnal instincts. Your poem moves us into an older age where the carnal desires lessen and this brings a feeling of sadness, but who will listen? What do we say to ourself or to those we love?
I'm not sure if I'm interpreting this right. I could take this poem down a different path, which would basically be the Bambi story. Except for the first stanza being quite clear that this poem speaks of destiny, I could not find any other verse the gave a specific key beyond this theme. Maybe that was your intent. Maybe I need to read this with fresh eyes. This poem on the surface looks simple, but the possibilities in the metaphor of nature give it a rather subtle complexity.

Exquisite love story!

Saying fantastic or this was great really, really will not do it justice. I have to go with Marge and Gabby -- this was EXQUISITE. This will melt any woman. Truly beautiful. Sometimes a poem really zaps me in the gut, and this is one of them.

This is magical when shared your feelings with the rainbow and a crying eagle. Dreams met dreams...here the friendship grows..

It doesn't matter at all with the changed nature and seasons but the real fragrance of friendship will always be in your heart..

My best friend SEEMA was on Gather once..... but due to her very busy life, she is not much here. I met Reena in her house..

we have shared alomost 27 years of friendship. I met Seema when I was just 4...

I love to read about these tender relations coz I adore them a lot..this was brilliamt..

This is a beautiful poem. Just beautifullll:)

Fred, the voice of this poem has a tone from another era...wistful and beautiful. Ten stars!

That is a lovely poem and a tender aching sentiment.

This is so beautiful Fred, hauntingly beautiful.

A beautiful, sweet, sad poem. Loved it.

Fred - this is such a wonderfully written piece. Your phrasing brings to life the electricity we feel in those magic encounters, when we leave behind the mundane of life and are transported to another world, filled with everything fantastic. If we are lucky, we end our days there, but more often it is a fleeting visit. Your plaintive question that acts as the title here is so evocative of that deflated feeling we have on returning to the mundane. Congratulations, Fred. This was great!

You are very pensive in this writing, Fred.
A different approach, fresh.
I like it very much.

You a really good writer Fred, I love your words and what you do with them, well done

My dear Fred - you've hit the Motherlode here - speaking of mining...(back from your comment to me) and I love this - I agree with all the comments above...and I am sure that the next part of this story would be the conversation that came to you in your dreams about what you do tell the deer and the birds...
What a simple delight this poem was - seriously, it's the type of poem that I love to read in the morning...since I love to be outside and around nature and birds and all living creatures - it may be cold but I have to be out there celebrating the day with them...so this
bit
of
Imagery will be on my mind as I chat with the critters around
here...
many hugs, Fred. Salud.

John, Marge and penni thank you for those wonderful words.
They inspire me.

Thank yo Bill for going so deep into this poem.

I saw it not as a couple growing old but as a couple losing that feeling of passionate madness that we all want but in some cases lose...sometimes for reasons not understood by we humans.

I felt that the deer and the birds would understand that starburst of love but would never be able to understand why human foibles would cause a diminishing of all that passion.

The narrator does not know how to tell them that his kisses had grown cold when life is so beautiful for them all the time.

Thank you Gabby. Welcome to my little coffee bar where I write and sip Arabica.

Thank you Cheryl...coming from you that makes me feel good.

Hi Magi...10 stars. You light up my heaven. Hahaha. Yeea wistful is a good word.

Yes Donna. Tender and aching...and a little bewildered.

Hauntingly beautiful Debra? Yes...I think that that says it all.

Hi lynn
What you said really crept under my skin. I never knew that the phrase "zaps me in my gut" would be so motivating.
You made a light go up inside me. Thank you for that.

Hi Bhawana
I think that I knew your Seema. We used to comment on each other's work...but that was long ago. Please give her my best wishes when you next speak to her.

What you say is very true. Even if a deep love relationship ends, the ties remain. They are unbreakable.

Always, at some unguarded Go well dear.moment, something will remind you with a poignancy that even hurt a little.

Hi Sheila. I'm glad that you liked this poem and felt the emotions in it.

Yes Marianne. That is the key to the poem. We humans can break up but how do we explain that to God's creatures? How can we make them understand what we do at times?

Thank you so much Rose for seeing the real depth. Yes there's more. There's a question. Why do we do inexplicable things?

Thank you Tom.
You always see the underlying message. Yes, how can the world of the deer and the birds be mundane? Can we not learn from them? Must we be so complex?
Your visits are always meaningful and I thank you for that.

That's great Reena. It's good to be among the deer and the birds.

You taught me so much today. How can I thank you? You not only showed me how but you made the teaching seem so simple.
Ahhh...so you're not only a great mystery writer but you're also a great teacher.

Thank you dear.

Yes Barbary. Pensive is the word. Fresh? Yes, maybe I did look at it from a fresh angle. Thank you for your comment.

Welcome Phoenix. As I wrote that line, something from somewhere tugged at my heart strings. Did blood flow from my pen? I wonder...or did it just feel like that?

Oh Yvonne...such praise from an award winner puts a feather in my cap. He hums a merry littke ditty. Thank you. I really appreciate that.

Hello Mariana
I love the mining reference. Yes I do know hw to talk to deer and birds. South Africa teems with them. Like you I love to celebrate life with them. Creatures sense your intentions, I believe.. It's beautiful to look into adeers eyes when it's not afraid of you.

I'd be very happy if you would think of this poem when you next see your creatures.
Hugs to you Mariana. Salud. I think that I'll have glass of red wine now.

I like this piece,,, very telling and cool,,,

and there is no age for growing friendship...though I found you here but am very happy.

Yes Fred, I can see what you mean. Thanks for the explanation.

The natural world calls to us,we have forgotten her voice,forgotten the words.
Stamped with our "civilized" persona we go about our day our lives our world and never ponder if there is an alternate way to live. Until that day or night the wilderness calls ...it is not heard but felt deep inside as that ancient vestage of our former ,natural life awakens.And we remember and we are dissatisfied with the schedules,clocks,phoney
scenarios and artificial emotion.And we grieve our lost freedoms and the manipulation of nature by our murderous hands...
"But what will I tell the deer and the birds?" I'm sorry,forgive me...a start....

Thank you ,Fred, for this lovely but sad poem...I can hear strains of Debussey's "Afternoon of a Faun".

HI my dear friend Fred - thanks for your comment - I so appreciate always hearing from you and I love to think of you looking into a deer's eyes - they are so sweet - how can anyone shoot one??????? I adore my birds and now have to go and feed them...many hugs on this crazy Monday. Salud.

Thank you Marie. I'm glad you came. Hey you're the first to say that something of mine is "cool". I'll wear that as a badge of honour.

Bhawana...I think that we were already friends long ago. Somewhere. Sometime. Friendship is a gift and one never knows when that gift is made. Suddenly it's there.
I value yours greatly.

Of course Liz. This is your kind of poem. Let's rejoice in our love of God's creatures. Thank you for coming by.

You'e welcome Bill. We're always on the same wave length. Go well.

Sheila I read your comment over and over. I know what you mean by the wilderness calling. I know what you mean when you say that it's felt.

I'm so blessed to be near the South African bushveld. I go there without a gun. I do that because I'm a visitor in their world. I want to feel what they feel. I don't want to sense their adrenaline shot up to the highest level. I don't want to see fear in there eyes.
But I know that you understang this. Thank you sheila. That was a moment.

Hi Mariana. That comment was a pleasure. For me it was a trip to another world.

No one shoots when I'm around. We remain quiet and we respect their space.
We only become a bit unnatural when we make the evening camp fire and talk and sing.

I think that animals accept that because you can always see a ring of a hundred pairs of eyes in the furthest light of the fire. Do you think that they are joinng in the spirit of the occasion? I somehow think that they do,
Salud and hugs

Fred: What a phenomenal poem...it cuts right through all the clutter of day t0 day life and perfectly describes what happens when two souls meet...I came here to thank you for your words of condolence on Reena's video thread, then I saw your poem and read it...what you described is the type of true friend that I lost.

I absolutely believe there is a Master Plan for each of us. My only consolation is that my friend is now in a better place. My guess is he's already shot a couple of rounds of golf with St. Peter--and probably beaten him at the game. ;-)

Thanks again.
Bonnie

What an unusual but memorable quote.
He must have been a wonderful guy. Savour the times that you shared and sharpen up your golf. You can't let him be the Pearly Gate champion without a fight.

Your comment was inspiring. Thank you.

I think you are writing about a couple that have a wonderful relationship right from the start, and they enjoy it to the fullest, and then age takes over, sometimes illnesses intervene, but there is a basic foundation there that will never leave, call it a friendship because sometimes that is what true love is based upon, and it lasts long after the passion has fizzled a bit, it is always there, and the embers can be stirred no matter how old the fire gets.

Of course Elsie
The embers are always there. There's always a glow left.

The friendship remains and forever brings joy to our hearts. You are so right. The core of the reason why you came together remains. For always.

That's right Fred, for always.

And this poem sings it well.