Where Bell Birds Sing

Where Bell Birds Sing
Where Bell Birds Sing…forest life

The echoed sounds of bell birds
reverberate in the lower sanctum,
their heavenly origins like a whiplash melody,
so soft and round amid the masses of forest growth,
where green fronds and vines grasp a thriving host
under the canopy of tall stretching trees.

Ferns, like Jurassic giants,
as if umbrellas upon the path,
their massive fronds uncurled to greet the spattering light,
that flickers through the canopy in dotted shards
upon leaf and ground; and the blue sky glitters above,
like the warm embrace of heaven.

Morning mists have left diamond gifts
upon each and every leaf,
and they glimmer, caught when shards do strike
to claim their crystal hearts,
as they in warmth of day ascending,
slowly evaporate, lost amid the vibrant green ramparts.

Scurrying, clawing, buzzing crescendos,
resound within the rich surrounds,
and life is frantic in fervent tasks
to keep life ever-moving, in ever thriving bounds,
and all day long that mass of life does hum,
as light dances in the shadows of life itself.

Here the air is so clean,
it rushes to invigorate, to vitalize and glean
life from life, sharing all that life attests to be,
and here in the forest where dreams are reality,
purity lives unopposed
as clarity is just an opened eye, to see such wonder.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

6 thoughts on “Where Bell Birds Sing

  • November 26, 2016 at 7:47 PM
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    I love this, Tony. I used to live in a place called Bellthorpe. It was on top of a mountain with views of the Glasshouse mountains and rainforest almost at our back door. The sound of bellbirds and whip birds reverberated all day long. It was wonderful. The Blackbutt Range nearer where I live now is also full of them. Their sound is wonderful.

  • November 26, 2016 at 7:56 PM
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    Yes aren’t they amazing, a real childhood memory for me as I had relatives up in Kurrajong NSW, where bell birds flourish in the timberland and forests. Glad you related my friend. cheers!

  • November 27, 2016 at 7:38 PM
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    Beautifully phrased verse, Tony. I went to YouTube and listened to the songs of the bell bird and they are so pretty. Reading your poem I felt as though I was walking through this lovely forest seeing and hearing all the wonders. Thank you for sharing this purity and beauty.

  • February 4, 2017 at 8:42 AM
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    Hello Tony, I have never heard a Bell bird sing, still the imagery in this piece is masterful, each line capturing the beauty
    and exceptional aura of the forest. I could look up into they canopies. A pleasure to read your work, as always.

    Best,
    Mel

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