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Welcome autumn with this beaded necklace, and its dangling leaf pendant! You can see more handmade jewelry on the Beadstringing meeting place site!


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Sharing Some of my Poetry:

The Songbirds

(A Poetic Essay)

Somewhere close to midnight
Vociferous jazz music was delivered to me by
A songbird-
Crimson in color was her plumage-
She could have, as well, been a flamingo dancer
Traveling here from the south-
Enticed by the pulchritude of her rare talent and femininity-
Some force inside of me ached to touch the tips of her
Feathers, as I was drawn to their apparent softness.
There occurred a cadence in her rhythmic intonation, as
An indefinite sounding voice,
Jarring and discordant as a snapped string on an electric guitar
Broke the ethereal melody of the night.
As she carried on with her jazz tunes, and danced,
I wept in destitute fear and deep-seated humiliation.
This songbird, with all of her magical charisma
Just continued with her song, and
Danced until the break of day,
Ignoring my copious tears-
Perhaps invisible to the world, although-
Within my heart,
I could feel that she could see them.
The sun showed its countenance and slyly and crookedly grinned
At me, with this wooden smile partially hidden behind the mackerel clouds,
Which were woven within the blanketed sky.
The songbird flapped her crimson feathered wings and
Twirled beneath the heat of the early morning’s sun,
Her voice, still tuneful, but
Becoming somewhat cacophonous.
I sobbed, knowing within my gut that my despair had been offensive to her profound
Ardor and devotion to her way of free-living.
How I wished to be set free from the terrifying voices that at times
Were haunting and tormenting - on that very morning
I prayed to this sun goddess whose heated rays shone down upon me.
Her voice’s intonations were gentle and amorous, and not horrific.
As she whispered to me, my sobs transformed to laughter;
She had answered my prayer.
I reached upward and grasped a piece of the daytime’s sky-
A light shade of cyan, and
Donned it.



As I began to sing, my clarion voice echoed within the valley.
“Dance and fly away with me,” the red songbird invited.
My arms metamorphosed to wings of silver-blue.
Despite the intense heat of the sunlight,
A chill pervaded the air.
We lifted out wings, the scarlet songbird and I, as
We soared above the mountains, singing our jazz-tunes.
Flying southward, I left my despair behind to
Melt away beneath the sun, and thought silently that
Life does not have to be a mirage-
Life has a reason and a purpose-
I shall keep on dancing and singing my tune, and
Forever search for freedom-
A songbird shall always have a tune to sing,
A place to travel, and carry her tune, and a
Song to chant of freedom?

Claudia Krizay