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Starlings
Stories, Hope in this season of change-
I see the starlings that twist, turn, swoop, and swirl across the night sky
“beautiful shape-shifting clouds”
"Flight like small, four-pointed stars"
starlings, chatty
all flying together in a whirling, ever-changing pattern
Moving together as one, unity, interconnectedness, family
twists, turns, and changes direction at a moment’s notice
flying/ a large flock / a "murmuration,"*
Sometimes lives “Speak in a voice, so low and soft it can barely be heard”
Cousins/ starlings/ flock and move as one
Energetic yet sensitive/instinctively, knowing what to do next
Sweetest care and hearts toward her
Look closely, you see the colorful joy, the sheen/ the plume /loving gesture
They look at her with wonder as we looked on each of them
Holding dear happens even miles away
Caring/ moving together/ to guard/
“A banner, a signal to gather in safety” **
Star shape hearts beating in their chests
“Seeing her”, Steadying her pace
“Realizing life while they live it” ***
Starlings, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta
About this poem: Starlings is a poem about “seeing one another in this life”. Caring, appreciating, taking the time to build loving hearts. I see this so clearly with our grandchildren as they care for one another- moving together as part of a larger whole and especially as they gather around the youngest now. We have been fortunate to spend many times together to see life unveil care in both good and the not so good times. Time is a circle, and the clock doesn't stop but, moments like these if i could hit the [pause] button i would- and give myself five more minutes. ****- Joe Holuta
* AI info
Murmurations are huge groups of starlings that twist, turn, swoop and swirl across the sky in beautiful shape-shifting clouds. Just before dusk, small groups of starlings from the same area come together above a communal roosting site.
Starlings are chunky and blackbird-sized, but with short tails and long, slender beaks. In flight their wings are short and pointed, making them look rather like small, four-pointed stars (and giving them their name
Suddenly, you spot thousands of starlings, all flying together in a whirling, ever-changing pattern. The flock moves together as one, as smooth and fluid as running water. They fly as one huge mass that twists, turns, and changes direction at a moment’s notice
Their plumage looks black from a distance, but if you look closely, you’ll see that starlings are very glossy birds, with a sheen of purple and green feathers.
These chatty birds spend a lot of their time in flocks, especially around the breeding and nesting seasons, or when they’re gathering to roost.
A spiritual interpretation of starlings flying, particularly in a large flock known as a "murmuration," often symbolizes unity, collective consciousness, interconnectedness, and the fluid movement of life force, where individual birds seamlessly dance together as part of a larger whole, sometimes seen as a reflection of the divine order or the interconnectedness of all living beings
It is also symbolic of intuition and change. This makes sense as one must use instinct and energetic sensitivity to know what is supposed to come next much like the starlings flying with hypnotic fluidity, sensing the change in direction.
a signal to gather in safety out of the enemy’s reach.
[pause]*
So that Your treasured ones may be saved,
rescue us with Your right hand, and answer our pleas!"
*to lift up
*** "Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?
--every, every minute?”(Emily)
Thornton Wilder, Our Town
****
Time rolls by, the clock don't stop
I wish I had a few more drops
Of the good stuff, the good times
Oh, but they just keep on flyin'
Right on by, like it ain't nothin'
I wish I had me a, a pause button
Moments like those, Lord knows I'd hit it
And give myself five more minutes
Songwriters: Frank Rogers / Monty Criswell / Scotty McCreery
Five More Minutes lyrics
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