Flitting Sounds (new poem)

 

Flitting Sounds (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

flitting sounds, Spring has come

mountain streams awaken from slumber

robin comes calling, tiny swallows

flitting sounds like ruffling paper

on the branches.

overlooking like a protector

arms outstretched while She gathers her young

mother Gaia in the Winter soaked trees

waters the furrows in the ground where flowers

will spring forth in my Grandma's yard.

there is everywhere a straining, a waking up

new phases traded for old states

where once the withered and dying

now teems with new lives, full of promise

and heralding birdsongs.

I am made the Singer of Spring

the lyricist of eternal hopes

in the face of even fading suns

We are made whole in the love and tender mercies

of Spring's arrival.

Catch the Sparrow (New Poem)

 

Catch the Sparrow (New Poem)

by Tim Kavi

catch the sparrow

while they take wing

catch the sparrow

as they take flight

so you may rightfully sing

gentle breezes carry

across the night

in the destined moonlight

one finds a nesting place

catch the sparrow

because Winter they do bring

singing their songs with a happy heart

catch the sparrow

you will find an awesome thing

flying on wing spans

carried away and above

in your lover's love

there is a singer's space

catch the sparrow

tiny but forceful and strong

catch the sparrow

fill the Earth with your song

catch the sparrow

beautiful breasted ones

catch the sparrow

until all the days are done

fair feathered ones

I see your feet in the snow

but I always know

your song comforts me

wherever I go.

afterword: photo credit: House swallows on

the rooftop with Mt. Scott, New Zealand in

the background. --Jonathan Keelty,

Hong Kong

Songbirds (new poem)

Songbirds (new song)

by Tim Kavi

My little songbirds

Fly back to us, every corner and tree,

for we are tired of sad songs.

We long for you to let us be

Yet we await your sacred word

As the flowered gardens

are watered all over the world.

Is there a finish to the whispering whirl

By the sweetest songs ever heard

We are like they are

stretching towards the light.

Yet we long for Nature to bring us back to life

Winter has come and gone

no stories to tell

there is the beckoning herald

no friends do greet you, you flew here alone

the red robin is coming

the whip-poor-will

the blue jay and cardinal

do mock the crow's song

until we sing no song alone

roosting on hearths near home

there is a nesting brood 

yet not all is at is seems

to celebrate Spring song

and Summer song's shrill

there is only the triumph

of my own song to be sung

chasing the currents to new heights

of glorified destiny

canvas unfurled

I long to fly with you

where you have already gone

to warmer climes

no time to dwell on unhappy songs.

artist's afterword: that's the Eastern Whippoorwill in the photo~~TK.

yet another afterword: Two weeks after I posted this poem, a bluebird showed up on my patio fence. The little cutie began chirping. When I went back there and spoke gently, the birdie responded with birdsong, not once, but twice. It was especially touching just after doing this poem!~~TK

Gaia (new poem)

GAIA (new poem)by Tim Kavi

birdsong

rain's pitter-patter

children ask

plants; why

do you grow?

the sweet refrain

only calls

GAIA to see

what's the matter.

angel seraph (new poem)

angel seraph

by Tim Kavi

angel seraph

your wings

carried me 

to your heart

your love

and celestial view

when on heavenly

wings, above troubles

the humanity of you

your love soared

by your angelic goodness

love adored

angel seraph

your beauty is crystal winged

white, and plumage

so pretty, all winged

creatures fly by

just to see you

when in the songs

praised to your ears

by the birdsong

and human affection

objects of love

celestial flights

no better perfection

angel seraph

none have been observed

by mortal or immortal

more sacred

than any in flight

than the knowing bird 

when going

to the nest of love

and the comforts

of home in might

your goddess shoulders 

protect in darkest night

where gathering

all the young

clothed by nature's care

there is still

a mothering angel

seraph there

when going 

to the mountains

of your love's abode

there is only a calling

to sit on your wings

where I'm never falling

soaring with You

Angel Seraph

over all creation

tended by your love.

Spring Arrival (Poem)

Spring Arrival
by Tim Kavi

you are the bird
outside my window
that sings

you are the snow
that melting
the river brings

you are everything
that arises

in the turning
of the new
you are the living
words
that love surprises

it is better
to be in your arms
and call them home
than anywhere

it is better
to be kissing
your lips
eye to eye
hair to hair

for your love
and sweet growing
purpose
has brought
me to you

Spring Arrival.

My Short Story 'American Crow' is Published

My Short Story: American Crow has been published by TiLu Press and is available for Kindle and Kindle apps by clicking on the link below.

I hope you enjoy this story, that I enjoyed writing and getting ready for you. I think it is an interesting 'Fairy Tale of Urban Decay' that describes events that transpire when two older men encounter two young thugs on a repeated basis. Among the mayhem and Chaos, BillyBob, a seemingly omniscient black crow looks upon the events with great interest. The result is a song of redemption that only he can sing!

Click here to support my work, and enjoy the story  !

delight of the dancing dervishes (new poem)

delight of the dancing dervishes

by Tim Kavi

your words

always amazed me

but look at your moves

dancing on the distant shore

the wind

only carries your wings in the air

your poetic flight as magnificient

as any gallant bird

the hushed wind

after is only your heart spoken

word

manifested fana

moves men

and women alike

as we are brought

down to Earth

with a love sense

not found in flight

for your words

are both for Heaven and Earth

and always after listening

there is a call to heeding

when we dance with you

as Earth approaches

cosmic night.

*****************

afterthought: 

"When you've the air of dervishood inside

You'll float above the world and there abide..." Rumi

2012 (New Short Poem)

2012
by Tim Kavi

2012
In Eagle's nest 

we are called to soar
and must bravely take flight 
only to be blessed 
and escape existential night !

Gentle Hands (New Poem) with Poet comment

Gentle Hands

by Li Jili 李吉利 (Chinese Pen Name for Tim Kavi)

A poem that celebrates the work of Artist 冯涛

gentle hands

tested and found true

rode wings

of feathered friends

in view

gentle hands

sculpted lines

flowers

no darkness

never night

but in Summer's sun

so bright

gentle hands

with promise

drew

sketched

painted

inspired

by family's love

we too

gentle hands

breezes

of inspiration

birds flew in sky

landed on branches

ducks and other

fowl played

nearby

gentle hands

we came from afar

paid homage to

the creatures

who swam

and did fly

and saw

Nature's beauty

from 冯涛

gentle hands

so greatly seen

so near

from the artist

my family knew

manifested

in power and grace

they do appear.

Poet's Note: This is a poem celebrating the work of Chinese artist, 冯涛. Here my name is Li Jili which is my Chinese pen name. I recently had the pleasure of visiting his home and watching him work in Shandong Province.

Spring Arrival (new poem)

Spring Arrival
by Tim Kavi

you are the bird
outside my window
that sings

you are the snow
that melting
the river brings

you are everything
that arises

in the turning
of the new
you are the living
words
that love surprises

it is better
to be in your arms
and call them home
than anywhere

it is better
to be kissing
your lips
eye to eye
hair to hair

for your love
and sweet growing
purpose
has brought
me to you

Spring Arrival.

Spring Birds of Love (new poem)

Spring Birds of Love
by Tim Kavi

pushing up through
the earth
petals leaves
beauties revealed
no longer concealed

singing creatures
of creation

screaming
beaming
responses to
food from the heavens
revealed

we see
the design
and manifestations
of Spring

sweet Notes
of Nature
transfixed there
as I beheld
her love
like Nature's
is a great care

the goddess

she is kissing me back
in the beauty
of our song

our feathers
are soft and sheen
never wrong

her Love
guides me
to a softer place

a nest
in her love
for we have
become the spring birds

outside
her window

free and in flight!

and in that soft glow
I saw her
that day
a sweet gentle dove
a singing robin
a mother bird
a sweet eagle
a flying
sure path
of her love

leading us back
migration
of two souls
finding
each other
again and again

through all time
for she is my mate
and in our bird call
is the precious
sounds of our love

a sweet wooing
a cooing
of love birds
hearts broken
when apart

but always
coming together
in one heart!

we fly away
some day
together
at the next dawning

into the sun
together
forever
even
when our lives
are done!

knowing a purpose
a plan
an understanding
that first
brought me to you
and you to me
the surety
the blessing

of that smiling!

Spring birds of love!
a love
so pure
that Nature itself
yearns for
and is made complete
in those birds
singing!

outside her window
we are there now
free and fit
in bodies destined
in spirits
unfettered and free !