The Pigeons

Photograph © 2010 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved. Giardino di Boboli, Palazzo Pitti, Firenze, Italia. June 2010.


The Pigeons
(September 23, 2010)

Come and gone Come and gone
Sun has risen Rain has fallen
Burns on my back Scorchings of the ages
Scars of summers come Forgings of winters gone
My skin glistening Marble reflecting this daylight
They come and go Come and go
These pigeons they land and Fly they fly away
Here today Gone tomorrow
And I will always Always I will be here
Bearing summer Braving winters
Constant Constant Constant Constant
Constant Constant Constant Constant
I am a pledge A carving in stone
The statue The statue of marble
Wars have begun Wars have ended
Old blood once spilled New life now born
The sky it is running Fast across above me
Gray and white White and gray
The bells are ringing The sky is racing
And I watch And I see
And I wait And I love
The sky it moves My breath breathed into me
They always come Come and go
It is always come Come and gone
And I am here I am still here
If you stop If you stop to look at me
Then you might You might then see me
And stay with me Stay and not fly away...
The pigeons they always The pigeons are always landing
They land and fly They land then fly away


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13 comments:

  1. Pigeons are eternally present. They seem to increase their
    numbers by the dozen but, it's funny, I never seem to see their nests or their eggs. As long as you are there, Charity, I don't care if the pigeons are.

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  2. Very creative. Firenze is wonderful, isn't it? When I went to Italy, we were literally attacked by pigeons in Venice!

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  3. Is that you in the picture? I like your profile picture too.

    I love the constancy, although I can't fault the pigeons for not staying, they're born to fly and they'd come back anyway :)

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  4. "People are so very flighty and fickle. Here today and gone tomorrow. I don't understand this concept, at all. I feel like a statue. The statue of marble with pigeons all over me and they land on me and fly away and land on me and fly away again. I feel always so... constant. And people are always landing and flying and picking at the ground for seeds!"

    ~ C. JoyBell C.- Writer (www.facebook.com/cjoybellc)

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  5. Lots of pigeons in everyone's life - coming and going constantly! Yes, and they can sure leave a mess to clean up when they leave! The statue has to wait for the cleansing rains to restore it to its beauty again. It is a lovely perch from which others can see the world from a different perspective! People come and give honor to the One who created this masterpiece for a purpose.

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  6. Hi Charity,

    Loved your poem of the Pigeons and all so true, especially the part of here today and gone tomorrow.
    Thank you for sharing and the photo of you is lovely.

    Happy Sunday
    Hugs
    Carolyn

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  7. I am with you. I feel more like the statue standing still verses the pigeon flitting to and fro. Birds are such seasonal creatures here. You rarely see them where I live in the winter. I LOVE the Spring when you first hear their tweets in the morning and oh how sad the flying away of the flocks of geese makes me in the Fall. They have been leaving for warmer weather in drover the last 2-3 weeks!

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  8. Hi Charity. I love the poem. I tried to leave a comment the other day. Blogger didn't like me that day. I had a real lengthy comment about the pigeons and life.Nothing flowing today. But I do love the poem.The comment was kind of weird.So I guess it just wasn't meant to be.
    Have a good week.

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  9. Okay, I have a different opinion than everyone here. The pigeons around my house they are here to stay. They love my roof, and love to __ all over it. These guys think they are humans. Wake up in the mornings, go to work or exercise their wings or something and come back in the afternoons, stay, sleep, spend the night whatever you want to call it. Knock on my skylights...etc...I wish they would fly AWAY further and don't come back at all. Smiles.

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  10. Charity you steal my heart with your writings. This part of your post...
    "They always come Come and go
    It is always come Come and gone
    And I am here I am still here
    If you stop If you stop to look at me
    Then you might You might then see me
    And stay with me Stay and not fly away..."

    It really struck a note with me as many of my friends are deployed or deploying, and this stood out to me.

    As much as this was about birds, it meant more to me about the people who move in and out of our lives. I love the picture so much as well...gorgeous.

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  11. Stacey... it's not really about birds.... :)

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