I am the song
I am the song that sings the bird.
I am the leaf that grows the land.
I am the tide that moves the moon.
I am the stream that halts the sand.
I am the cloud that drives the storm.
I am the earth that lights the sun.
I am the fire that strikes the stone.
I am the clay that shapes the hand.
I am the word that speaks the man.Charles Causley
Oh, WOW. Sometimes thinking topsy-turvy really makes you think!
And that little bird in the photo followed us round the garden singing to us
That’s several thoughts – all of them arresting! Love the picture.
I Am
I couldn’t help noticing that this poem doesn’t translate into French. One would have to choose between “qui” and “que” for “that”, which destroys the point.
The nuances of languages quite often change the meaning of the original words
Fascinating thoughts here this week….love thought provoking verse.
I am glad you enjoyed the thoughts
And I like your accompanying picture with the little chaffinch, Cherie
Thanks Lisl -) The Chaffinch was charming he followed us around the garden singing to us
This sort of writing goes way above my head.
Sorry, I’m afraid I didn’t understand it.
Now this – I do understand, and I never tire of listening to the songs of Paul Simon.
“If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.”
“And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.”
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Keep your ‘thoughts’ coming Cherie – always worth a read.
The thoughts are intended to raise a discussion, which they quite often do
Reading the comments above mine, makes me the odd man out I guess?
But, there is always that story about the little boy and the Emperor’s lack of clothes.
I don’t know about that… everyone seems to be saying something different about the words