Bird Song and Nectar in the Silences
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- Pauline Sewards, Poet whose most recent poetry collection is 'Spirograph', published by Burning Eye says
'The poems are sensual;
they sing with positivity'
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Birdsong Poetry
https://www.birdsongpoetry.com
email - birdsongpoetry@aol.com
Workshop Facilitator and Feature Poet
Birdsong Poetry is my freelance service for feature poetry and workshops. The service provides a caring and encouraging experience which aims to be inclusive and mindful to all. I have experience of Spoken Word open mic events, feature poet at events and on BBC Radio Bristol with interviews and poems broadcast regularly.
I am a member of The Poetry Society, Bristol Stanza Group and Satellite of Love Poetry Events Team, producing and performing community poetry, hosting poetry events and workshops.
Please look at my Birdsong Poetry website and contact me regarding these services.
The Answers
Highly Commended in the Bristol Cathedral Poetry Festival 2021
the answers
prayers are the language of belief
the poetic reiteration of the
known that is held in your heart
the steppingstones of hope
without
doubt
reaching out
in acceptance and joy
to the other
you and me
in the same city
both daughters of immigrants
the heartbeat of poetry
in our faiths
asking questions of our answers
© Lisa Lopresti
You Never Cry Alone
My poem played on BBC Radio Bristol on 5th January 2021 at 8.15pm on the wonderful Upload programme hosted by Adam Crowther. Please have a listen on BBC Sounds or the recording I sent in, which is below.(I recommend you turn down the volume a little) © Lisa Lopresti
You will be so Missed
Broadcast on BBC Radio Bristol Oct 22 - If this poem resonates with you please feel free to copy or use the poem(just acknowledge me)
You will be so Missed
Only in loss
do we understand value.
Tears are the words
we cannot speak,
pain and shock of what happened
and the loss of whatever will.
Our mourning is our love,
unable to reach you.
We miss the future
you were supposed to have.
Our grief will change over time -
but never end.
Lisa Lopresti
Voices Along the Road
Charity Anthology for child refugees 2018, available from Amazon. Please click on the picture of the book shown above for the link to Amazon.
LAST JOURNEY OF THE ANONYMOUS
A beautiful sea beckons us across,
All hearts open and squeezed as those on board,
So full of fear and hope the boat awash,
Wishing, wishing to move safely forward.
Fleeing war: now one more trip of peril.
This is the last risk we tell ourselves,
Made vulnerable to those who are feral.
Courage and strength that each one has to delve,
Vehemently praying all will be right.
Wishing, wishing no bereavements this night.
Immigrants - They have had enough!
Aylan and Galip gave a face to us.
Our greatest hope, Europe is waking up?
Now poor lads, we are not anonymous.
© Lisa Lopresti
Is there Existence without Descriptions?
Poem published in 'Lyrically Justified' Volume 3, Featuring Urban Word Collective, Anthology by Arkbound(2019).
Is there Existence without Descriptions?
Try to imagine a new colour.
Is that even possible?
How are you doing?
To see the shades, they have to be named.
Is fern green different to forest green,
if the woods are all the same?
Does anything exist that is not identified?
The power of naming the world.
This is everything.
Even unknown corpses are assigned a name,
rib cages and skulls are only remains.
Jane or John are people,
doh!... Homer says to bridge the gap......
Power in words and descriptions,
are magic,
across time, across cultures, across generations.
New descriptions and shades,
are these possible to exist?
Or colour constructs that already reside,
in the truth and side,
of reality of the seeker.
Fashions and notoriety decide,
future existence.
© Lisa Lopresti
Lundy Island Coast
Haiku Published in the 2017 Annual West Country poetry magazine' The Broadsheet'
Lundy Island Coast
foam lash,
fresh ruffle crash -
sea kissed puffin.
© Lisa Lopresti
Beseeching
Her Heart Poetry 2017 Shortlisted Poem, published in The Annual (2017) and my slimline pamphlet 'Bird Song and Nectar in the Silences'.
Beseeching
Prevalence of longing glances,
under lashes,
soul searching flashes.
Beseeching lighthouse pulses,
urgency of the messages,
always; missed by the beholder.
The agony of loving,
without being loved.
impossibility of joy,
is the pain of the lonely heart.
Bittersweet -
as apart there is no beginning:
so no end.
© Lisa Lopresti
Rose Bombs
Lyrically Justified - Volume 3, July 19, Urban Word Collective, proceeds to charities, published with Arkbound.
https://www.dimeshowreview.com/rose-bombs-by-lisa-lopresti/ 1st Published by Dime Show Review March 2019
Bird Song and Nectar in the Silences -Hedgehog Press - 2022
Rose Bombs
Inspired by the Arabic musician Maya Youssef 'bombs turn into roses' she said' I heal and I surrender. May the white petals of peace fall on Syria.'
Maya Youssef spoke to me about war,
I felt the gravity of tragedy
as never before
in this moment of notes.
She hopes that bombs turn into roses
qanun whispered maqam to my western ears.
Floating flakes of red and white rose buds,
poignantly soft,
with sequestered air to breathe between.
High and low thrumming cords of danger,
sirocco dust blushing the blooms,
in fickle directions.
Then building in fear and fragrance
petal light fingers on strings
of anger and loss again,
before soothing rose water
sweetens wars metallic scythe edge,
with birdsong and nectar in the silences.
© Lisa Lopresti
Child Brides Present
Published in New Contexts : 1 and was shortlisted for publication in the excellent 'Butchers Dog'
Child Brides Present
The golden caramelised wood grain
runs down the shaft.
It matches the shiny mane
of the hobby horse
whose wool face is chocolate brown,
her favourite treat.
The horse's kindly glass eye
is cat green
and just as mischievous.
The toy's countenance,
nobility of a dependable friend
for adventures and imagined play.
She thanks her husband
for the present.
A gift for her lost childhood,
not understanding
that acting her age,
pleases him.
© Lisa Lopresti