The Song Birds collection

[greatcyber]

Oh Sylvie,

Thank you so much for sharing those with us all. I downloaded them to share with my own mum. I second CT's sentiment above. Thank you for being part of our "family" at MIMF.

[greatcyber]

i had only heard the name kookaburra prior to now...thanks for letting us know just how wonderful this bird sounds. I quite enjoyed listening to all of them. When i was going through old cassettes to make my mum's birthday video, i found one of the green singing finch she had years and years ago. She named him "caruso" and he would sing quite beautifully. He lived about 8 years. Now, it has made me want one but i'll resisit. Three cats and one dog are more than plenty in our 7 1/2. Besides, amun is still young enough that he would be constantly trying to get the little birdie, i'm sure.

I sent mummy a short mp3 of her caruso singing and she plays it over and over and has fond memories. Have a listen for yourselves. He's quite lovely...not unlike a canary. I have always wanted to hear a nightengale's song.

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[wljmrbill]

caruso quite the singing bird...... thanks

[Sylvie Pacey]

Thank you all for your very kind remarks. You have encouraged me to keep up my creative work. I cannot do anything of that kind to order - as is described in my latest piece. (Completed just now and inspired by your comments.) I promise not to submit any more unless you want me to at some time. Do you other creative folk find the same way of working I wonder? Sylvie

Chasing the Muse.
A fleeting thought, ephemeral as any shooting star
Ignites within my busy brain - "Now stay just where you are"
Diminishing intensity, slippery as an eel.
I catch before it vanishes into the ethereal.
The mundane tasks of every day, recede with no import
Until each word, slipped into place reveals what I have sought.

Unbidden notes beseige my mind, insistent and so strong.
Haunting until given form - and melody is born.
Teasing out the harmony, rejecting what is wrong,
Urging me to add the words, until I have a song.
Only when the spirit moves, I find that I can write,
Thus the Muse is captured at last in black and white.

Cascading notes, allied with words suffuse the air around
Gradually the rainbow hues of colour in the sound
Make images of many things appear within my view
Landscapes, butterflies and flowers, a placid sea of blue.
Take up the brush, fill it with paint - lay in a wash with care.
Completed now, the picture that my muse and I can share.

Sylvia Pacey 2009

[wljmrbill]

Like your " Chasing the Muse" . Enjoyed. Thanks

[jhnbrbr]

A delightful poem Sylvie! I don't write poems or songs myself, by I certainly recognise the experience of thoughts being "slippery as an eel" which you have captured so cleverly. Many thanks.

[marval]

I loved your "Chasing the muse" Sylvie. Thank you so much for sharing your talent with us.


Margaret

[greatcyber]

Thank you all for your very kind remarks. You have encouraged me to keep up my creative work. I cannot do anything of that kind to order - as is described in my latest piece. (Completed just now and inspired by your comments.) I promise not to submit any more unless you want me to at some time. Do you other creative folk find the same way of working I wonder? Sylvie

Chasing the Muse.
A fleeting thought, ephemeral as any shooting star
Ignites within my busy brain - "Now stay just where you are"
Diminishing intensity, slippery as an eel.
I catch before it vanishes into the ethereal.
The mundane tasks of every day, recede with no import
Until each word, slipped into place reveals what I have sought.

Unbidden notes beseige my mind, insistent and so strong.
Haunting until given form - and melody is born.
Teasing out the harmony, rejecting what is wrong,
Urging me to add the words, until I have a song.
Only when the spirit moves, I find that I can write,
Thus the Muse is captured at last in black and white.

Cascading notes, allied with words suffuse the air around
Gradually the rainbow hues of colour in the sound
Make images of many things appear within my view
Landscapes, butterflies and flowers, a placid sea of blue.
Take up the brush, fill it with paint - lay in a wash with care.
Completed now, the picture that my muse and I can share.

Sylvia Pacey 2009

Hi Sylvie,

I was just speaking with my mum on the phone and happened to mention that you just celebrated your 80th birthday (hers is this Friday) and told her about your beautiful poetry. She wondered if you would be interested in being a part of her writer's website (she does a monthly ezine) and there is a poetry corner. If you wouldn't mind taking a look: http://mysite.verizon.net/resockeb/e-zine/ to see if you have any interest in sharing your writing with her audience. You both seem to have quite a bit in common. There is a way to contact her from the website.

Hope you are well.

[Contratrombone64]

Wow - to think I thought Sylvie slightly younger than that!

[Sylvie Pacey]

Hi, Stephen. Thanks for the message from your Mother. Hello Stephen's mum, I wish you a very happy birthday.
Thanks also for the writer's site - it looks very interesting - Later when I am not quite so busy I will look into it.
Most of our birds here are silent now except for the innumerable starlings
which come in vast numbers and weigh down all the cables on our electricity pylons. Sylvie

[Contratrombone64]

Ah the lovely starlings are a pretty little nuisance, aren't they? Unfortuantely they are considered pests in Australia as they are not native species.