i sit here a while
trying to envision him
pondering how
i’d describe him
blurred steel-cheeked bluebird
sitting atop blurred picket fence
wondering if he’ll
ever find happiness
i weep for him, sometimes
by mary ann blinkhorn
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I would not weep for the bluebird – he must be happy, I think. After all, he is a bird. ❤
Thanks for sharing your comment, Stacy. 🙂
Is this more about us than the bluebird?
I wrote this poem while thinking of a very dear friend of mine who suffers from severe chronic depression. He is a brilliant nature photographer and poet. One views his nature photography (in yesterday’s case, a blue-colored bird) and is uplifted by the beauty that he has captured through his eyes, heart, soul and lens. One reads his heartbreaking poetry and feels unbelievable sadness for him. So here I was yesterday, viewing this gorgeous photo of a blue bird, with tearfilled eyes after just having read his latest poems. When one has tear-filled eyes, one’s vision becomes blurred. This poem was a snapshot of how I was feeling at the moment as I do care about my good friends very much.
That answers the question I was going to ask. I was going to ask if you were crying , moving in a vehicle or the photographer was trying to follow movement. Nice write!
Thanks, Liz.
I was very unsure about asking this question, but you answered beautifully. Thank you.
You’re very welcome. Thanks for your interest in the poem.
twilighty
Your comments are most creative!
blurred picket fence….deeper than it looks….love this one
Thank you, David. My reply to TimCC provides a bit of background for it.
I wish I was half as talented to put together such beautiful words. Thank you for sharing this one!
Thank you for your beautiful comment. 🙂
you seem so balanced in the falling – your secret to floating
Balance is key to everything.
Wonderful writing!
Thanks, Ladyfi! 🙂
After reading this, I felt very sad for the bluebird. Even if he flies away, the sadness flies with him. Nice work.
I really like what you wrote here. I just went over to your blog and caught up on a few poems. I especially love the beautiful poem that you wrote about your wife. Best regards,
Mary Ann
Steel cheeks don’t crack smiles readily. k.
the mark of a fighter and a survivor
My heart relatess~ Truth! I appreciate your writing very deeply because we carry a fervent love for Light~ Thank you dear Mary xo~Deborah
That we do, dear friend. 🙂
my goodness; your blog is so popular. I do love the bluebird poem. Sometimes I feel like that bluebird. and thanks for taking an interest in my humble little blog. Although it is mostly concerned with short stories I did have some sort of standing as a poet
My primary goal is to become a screenwriter though I do love writing poetry as a form of self-expression. Thanks for stopping by. M.A.
Never thought your and your blog is famous! 😀
I’m grateful for all my readers here, if that’s what you mean. I couldn’t see a name on your blog. Do I know you? 🙂
very touching, thanks for sharing
Thanks for visiting my blog. I enjoyed your last poem.
I am following, and look forward to seeing more of your work. On the bluebird, when depressed, sometimes the longing for beauty is even more powerful.
bw
Yes! 🙂