So delicate against my palm
My pretty bird
I held you close
And cradled you when you would come
To call upon me
With every note your precious song
Awakened love
Inside my heart
A symphony of open sky
And clouds below me
I curse the cold that drove you out
A banished form
A faded tune
To come no more against my ears
Or cheer the lonely
And pray someday you may return
My migratory
Little bird
I paid your passage with my tears
And miss you always
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VW, I read this over 4 times… it’s so sad and lovely. It needs to be put to music! What a haunting, beautiful song it would be – with maybe Art Garfunkel singing it. Can you hear it? I can… Wonderful poetry, once again!
That is such a wonderful compliment! I could hear that. I am still trying to progress to the point where I can post music here too, but that is yet to come š
Wow. So subtle and so deep. So very heartfelt. I feel for you. I really do.
Thank you. Feeling is a great portion of life, and it means a lot
Feeling seems what I’ve been created to do, so I do feel your words.
It is the artist and writers who feel the most it seems. The pen becomes a passing of the pain–almost an exorcism just to stay sane
Such sweet substance to these words. I am sure the one they belong to is humbled, and that your dear little bird, wherever she may be would rather be in your presence.
It is much safer for birds to migrate. T’would be selfish to wish them to stay, and selfish to prevent them from going. It is no fault of theirs, and they are ever as beautiful in any weather. Perhaps one day the warmth will return š
Such a beautiful, touching tribute to love lost, VW, with hopes of it returning~
Without hope there is hardly such a thing as life. Thank you, Lauren
“I paid your passage with my tears
And miss you always”
So sweet and sad and romantic and lonely and protective and honest and caring
This poem is truly wonderful. Thank you f
For being totally awesome
I can’t claim that title, but I am thankful for the praise, nonetheless š
Very beautiful…..I love your work…..you really have a way with words. All the best, Celeste
Thank you so much
you have made my heart ache and my mind cry.
I’m sorry to inflict my sadness on you but thank you for sharing
Once again you well my eyes, with your heart break of lost love…I do hope it will return to you. The poem is excellent, and truly from within your heart.
Thank you, Deb. I am always very grateful for your compassionate comments
Completely “finished” poem, here, vampire, as only you can do. Nothing left dangling or out of sync. Amazing how you keep doing this! Anyway, I totally celebrate your use of the little lost bird on a migratory journey, held briefly, then cried over, as a most appropriate metaphor for our treasured-for-a-brief-while friendships that we, and they, migrate away from out of the necessity to keep body and soul together a little longer. I am treasuring this one, the bird lover that I am.
I’m glad you enjoyed it. Birds are an ongoing source of inspiration for me and I try not to overuse them but they are magnificent
If you haven’t read the poem There’s A Bluebird In My Heart by Charles Bukowski I suggest you might like to do so. It is my favorite poem, and yours very much reminded me of it.
I went and read it just now, and it is quite a stunning work. Thank you for sharing that! Such a strong metaphor in his words. Thank you for the kind words!
A poem of a broken heart
and a lost love… Sometimes
one has to be without that
beatiful song to know what
the silence really means…
Have a very nice rest of
weekend Vampire Weather š
Androgoth
I have known silence for much of my life, and the song for only some, but if I am meant to be the master of silence, then I am well on my way
“I curse the cold that drove you out”
How hard to hear this too as part of some larger melody. It can take years.
very true my friend
Agree this is so beautiful, it should be a song. Can’t wait to enjoy your music, so talented š
Thank you, but no promises š I am very private and the only reason I am even considering it is we are all strangers here š
I just love the images you put up with your poems – they’re excellent.
This is beautiful flow – like a river of love. Just lovely.
I am grateful for your uplifting words. Thank you for encouraging
I think you have lost someone dear, and I am sorry, but you seem to be taking it well, or at least dealing with it in a healthy manner
Andrea
I cannot speak for how healthy my expressions are, but as far as your first observation I can certainly confirm š
I can feel every words, this piece moves me once again…
Thank you very much, Willofheart!
Beauty is held not only in the words, but in the hand of inspiration.. a truly inspired poem.. remember although our love-birds may from time to time migrate over seas, they usually return. Even if it may not be the same bird we held within our palm… We can still share that love…
Wonderful poem here my friend xx ~Dreamwalker
Ah, and true you are…it is never the same bird. Thank you!
Oh wow what amazing poem! God Bless š
Thank you, Poeticjourney!
This is “gorgeous” pain, if that’s alright to say–it gets to me, both the pain and the beauty. Wonderful writing! My first visit, by way of Betty (Raindance Poetry). Thank you for your previous visits to my blog, by the way–I’m incredibly late in responding, not usually so ill-mannered!
Well thank you so much for stopping by! After viewing Betty’s work…wow that’s a lot of pressure! š
Hopefully, your little bird will return with a twig in it’s beak š Sheer genius…the way you capture pain in such a graceful way. Hope all is well my friend.
All is as well as we believe it to be. Thank you, BlueGem
So sweet, yet deep and moving.
I appreciate the encouragement š
Hauntingly beautiful VW – a treat to read. š
Thank you Eve! I am glad you took time to stop by!
They say that if you let something go and it returns then it is truly yours.
I am also wondering if mine will return. I wish you well. Always enjoy your writing, somehow they seem to resonate with me each and every time. Have a good day.
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Franchesca x
An interesting thought. Time will tell. I hope yours returns š