Out There

Out There

There’s frost sparkling on the lawn chair.
I do not dare go out there,
in my boxer shorts.

Picture me, or you, turning blue.
Puffs of steam float out our mouths.
Most birds up North have gone South
or just now pass overhead wondering…

“What are those humans doing down there?”
Well, we’re sipping coffee
in our underwear.

But of course not!
There’s frost sparkling on the lawn chair.
But in the spring, I’ll be there, half-bare,
coffee steam rising to boost you home.

Gregory Zeorlin 12/1/2016 @ 7:45am

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Heaven Wrapper

Click on birds to watch video

Click on birds to watch video

 

While sitting in a parked car I watched two birds dodge traffic in pursuit of a fast food wrapper. I grabbed my camera to record their behavior. While reviewing the video the account of God taking care of all the birds on earth came to mind. Then I imagined a conversation happening between the two birds as they pecked at a junk food wrapper. One of the birds asked, “What kind of God drops junk food wrappers from heaven?”

I turned their observations into an unpolished 45 second video titled “Heaven Wrapper.” I urge you to watch it and reblog this post so others can watch it. When you do it lets those two birds fly around the digital universe. Who know where they might fly?

Use this link to watch video on You Tube: http://youtu.be/78AcuiNgbjw

 

 

 

If We Were Birds (a poem)

I often write poems on scraps of paper, on the backs of envelopes, napkins, etc. Then those poems end up in stacks of papers, coat pockets or odd spots. This poem was on the back of an envelope and was about pitched. I read it and another verse flew into my head. So it’s a two-part poem nearly a year into the making. Now the poem flies out into the internet. Maybe it makes a nest where you are? Share the poem if you wish.

If We Were Birds

If I was a bird
I’d sing from the trees
I’d sing in the air
I’d sing in the breeze.

If I was a bird
I’d fly where I please
and land right next
to you.

2/24/2014 @ 6pm

If, and just if
I was a bird,
maybe I’d be a blue one.
But if I were a blue one,
I’d sing like a red one.

But I wouldn’t twitter
nor I would tweet
though I would eat
juicy beetle bug meat.

And you?

Gregory Zeorlin
2/5/2015 @ 1:47pm

Read more of my poems at http://www.ZeorlinArt.com