Thursday, March 21, 2013

Cornbread


Look at the birds…
see what secrets they tell.

I leave offerings of
cornbread for them,
but when I advance
they flee.

You also flee 
when I approach.
I wonder if it is me,
or what I offer.  
                                                    
~McGuffy Ann Morris~
Image: Photobucket

Linked to: Poet's United 
Word Prompt: Reaction

42 comments:

  1. You so directly question the essence of the relationships. Brave and bold in it's simplicity.

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  2. I'm not fleeing. I'm right here, although I'm not a cornbread fan.

    Very well done as always.

    Have a terrific day. ☺

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  3. I love cornbread and I love to eat so I never flee when someone offers me something to eat.
    I love the unusual photo background and the perched birds.
    Have a pleasant day.
    Hugs,
    JB

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  4. Oh,it is so easy to relate to this. Birds fly away when I try to get close..Neat take on the prompt!!!

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    1. Thanks, Panchali. I appreciate your comments.

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  5. Enjoyed the underlying meaning
    you start with secrets I believe there lies the answer to the relational difficulties
    well done

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    1. Thank you, Leslie. Thank you for coming by.

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  6. I had to read this twice, it went by so fast and I wanted to savor it. Wonderful form.

    I'll have to join you on Poets United.

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    1. Bernadette, I appreciate that. Please join us on Poet's United!

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  7. Very perceptive and all too true. Life is full of little offerings either accepted or rejected.

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  8. Incredibly lovely! It's one of my favorites. Beautiful, Annie ... simply beautiful.

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    1. Beth, it means so much for you to say that. Thank you.

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    1. The photo is from the wonderful Photobucket, whom I credit with thanks.

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  10. Wonderfully expressed. Yes, if only we did know what those birds were thinking....

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  11. McGuffy Ann, it is most certainly not you or what you offer. It is the shallowness of a mind overwhelmed by you. Great in its beauty and brevity!

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    1. Walt, you are wonderful to say this. I greatly appreciate your words. Thank you.

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  12. Very nice. I have to say that you made me crave cornbread! lol

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    1. I make really good cornbread, I am famous for it.

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  13. Wow, this made me think. "Me or what I offer." So much to contemplate as far as relationships.

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    1. Thanks, Mary. I take that as having done my job.

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  14. Thoughtful words. I like the picture!

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  15. This is poetry at it's very best McGuffy Ann... beautiful words, deep thoughts, simplicity of form. I love this, and it is so very true, we all ponder what we have to offer and what attracts us to others. I love cornbread, but chocolate works even better! ;-) I'm pleased you are sharing this at Poets United, you are in good company there and this is definitely the quality that is valued by the other poet/contributors!

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    1. I do my best to share & connect. I can only offer what I have.

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  16. ...sometimes even we still have cornbread on our hands, birds will just fly away for whatever reason/s. Not because what you have is not good but there is a lot of things that might be tempting them to go away. We cannot control the other side, we can only control ourselves.

    Keep making your seeds better, and, for sure, at the right time, the right bird will stay and you will never be a stranger to him anymore... wonderful offering... i enjoyed it..

    smiles...

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    1. I agree. We never know why they come, go, or stay. But we have to offer, we have take a chance and reach out.

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  17. A delightful poem, with wonderful images...Birds are so cute, but also so astute. They enjoy the crumbs of comfort, but do not extend trust..It is possibly a wise idea!!

    Eileen

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  18. So glad I dropped in. What a wonderful poem. Sometimes you never understand reason.

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    1. Thanks. It is hard, especially with people.

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  19. In answer to one of your comments ... the birds are thinking "you are a preditor ... I am out of here!" Often that is true of others who offer things. We learn to be weary ... and we also learn to know who we can count on. Deep thoughts ... a special part of your gift.

    Andrea

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