Saturday, September 21, 2019

Song of the Bluebird

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Today, I awoke to the song of the bluebird
slipping out of a dream, welcoming light
something deep inside of me begins to stir
gone are the visions of the dark crow night

slipping out of a dream, welcoming light
your melody soars, across the morning sky
gone are the visions of the dark crow night
my heart is heavy, leave me be, I softly cry

your melody soars, across the morning sky
fluttering wings, last days of summer fading
my heart is heavy, leave me be, I softly cry
holding onto a dream, is it time I'm wasting

fluttering wings, last days of summer fading
autumn will touch-down in color-burst hues
holding onto a dream, is it time I'm wasting
this morning, I'm feeling a melancholy blue

autumn will touch-down in color-burst hues
season bustling with mysterious changes
this morning, I'm feeling a melancholy blue
in life,  I have traveled roads of strangeness

season bustling with mysterious changes
something deep inside of me, begins to stir
in life, I have traveled roads of strangeness
today, I awoke to the song of the bluebird



author's note: This morning as, I opened
my bedroom window, I saw a beautiful
bluejay sitting in the tree outside, singing
loudly his song.  A Pantoum was born.

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21 comments:

  1. A fine way to awake to the day as a song for you he played. Always our own path, strange or not as we have our own tune.

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  2. A wonderful way to awaken. I had a blue morning too. But then a grey windy beach walk, which was wonderful. A pantoum is my favourite form. I loved this one, True.

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  3. And that is quite the journey the bluebird took you on..

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  4. I love how this flies full circle

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  5. Indeed sometime one's heart is heavy. Really there is so much heaviness about - as the seasons once again change from summer to fall and then winter. And this is also true of one's life, isn't it? Sometimes there is 'blueness' to be dealt with, and there are often things to cry about when the melancholy mood hangs heavy. But - yes - there IS the song of the bluebird to think about. No matter what, bluebirds always sing...giving us a reason to rise and greet another day. (And thank YOU for all of YOUR support over the years as well. Don't be a stranger....ever!)

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    1. Thank you Mary, that means a lot, especially, when I am in a melancholy mood.

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    2. I do hope it passes, Truedessa. Thinking of you.

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  6. This is beautiful. The images shuffling and settling into the emotions and then rearranging themselves...I'm just in awe of the way you drew each one through.

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  7. What a gift. Gone are the black crow nights! I have to tune in to their song now more than ever even though the black crow thought of so many extinctions weighs heavy.

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  8. Such a fine waking, walking-forward song ... take heart from the bluebird, there at the window after the "dark crow night" ... Autumn is the season of transformation, who knows what will waken in us. If a bluebird was there, follow it ...

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  9. I would love waking to such wonderful song... my dreams are sometimes the darkest of crow-songs, so any colorful bird would drive it away.

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  10. Hi Truedessa - sometimes melancholy holds us in its sway - but we can be brought out of it - love this ... and here we might find a little blue tit tucking into a feeder ... I'm always happy hearing the birds ... wonderful Pantoum - cheers Hilary

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  11. Such an exquisitely penned Pantoum!!❤️ I am in awe.

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  12. A lovely way to be woken on an autumn morning! I like the repetition of ‘the dark crow night’, which emphasises the heavy heart, and the shift from darkness to these repeated ‘color-burst hues’.

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  13. Interesting form. I love the song of blue birds but am not overly fond of the raucous bluejay.

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  14. I love the birds and their tender songs--sometimes I just listen before I get out of bed--lovely imagery in this!

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  15. Your words are always so beautifully written! I love bluejays! Big Hugs!

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  16. Wonderful work with a mesmerizing form. A pleasure to read!

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  17. interesting form, and a real delight to read.
    and it must be a really lovely bird to inspire this poem. :)

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  18. Beautiful subject matter, beautiful pantoum.

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  19. "your melody soars, across the morning sky"

    Καταπληκτικό. Κι όλο το ποίημα είναι σαν μία βόλτα στο ανεξάντλητο φως των ονείρων.

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