sits my love for a yellow bird
that lives on branch
beneath my sill
with blackest eye, and black black bill
when he speaks
it breaks my will and lightens all that appears obscured
a song to sweet i have never heard
comes from the breast
of a yellow bird
as summer days now slip away
and frosted nights dress soon unfurled
i breathe in the notes as if to sing
the love known since
christened
by a blessed spring
and a yellow bird beneath my sill
with blackest eye, and black black bill
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2010
Posted for Alphabe-Thursday - Rainbow Summer School - Yellow
very very nice ode.
ReplyDelete"a song to sweet i have never heard
comes from the breast
of a yellow bird"
well, i am not very good in biology but i wonder if birds have breast.
the first five lines are extraordinary. they completely drew me to read this poem to its fullest.
you just reminded me that summer is leaving.
Birds are so slight, like puffs of air, here and then gone. And yet, they move us, and give joy, don't they? This is a beautiful poem, bkm. I do so enjoy coming here and reading what you've posted.
ReplyDeletethank you Mory and Fireblossom, I was thinking of yellow because - we are doing the rainbow colors at the Alpahe-thursday meme...but I could not wait until next week... so my yellow came early....blessings...bkm
ReplyDeleteThis is such a lovely poem...Mory is right the first lines are captivating, and the whole poem has such a wonderful flow and feel. :-)
ReplyDeleteI am not a poet or a writer so I am not familiar with the lingo but I do know what I like, and I like your writing! You are so talented! Do you work at your writing, making edits and rewriting until you get it just right or does it just go onto paper and that is basically the whole process? Thank you for sharing your poem with me.
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This poem has such wonderful rhythm, and great imagery. Loved how you tied the beginning and end together.
ReplyDeletewhat cute poem,
ReplyDeletelove the cute and beautiful image of the bird.
Beautiful. I learned yesterday that yellow birds seek out yellow flowers, purple birds purple blooms and so on. They see in color--how cool is that!
ReplyDeleteI love the rhythm of this and "the song so sweet i never heard..."
Thank you.
Hi, Barbara. It's so nice to see you. This is another beautiful poem. I love the idea of breathing in the notes! That's the best way in the world to hear a bird's song.
ReplyDeleteI love the yellow finches that swarm our feeder, too. It's such a sunny sight to see, isn't it? Thanks for sharing the lovely words and picture!
I love this ode......loving birds, I so relate....the sweet song.......I especially love "with blackest eye and a black black bill".......and "as summer days now slip away..." The poem has a lovely metre........good work.
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling....I just love the yellow finches. We have them here too, and I will enjoy them until the end of summer, which will happen all too soon. Your poem sparked feelings in me.
ReplyDeleteno worries bkm, I actually liked this one, beautiful rhythm and flow, this was delicious!
ReplyDeleteA yellow bird around here is a blessing indeed, and a rare treat to be enjoyed throughly! Beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poetry!
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely poem. It's a wonderful yellow topic!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful! It just weaves its words beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely fabulous! VERY well done!!!
ReplyDeleteI always love a good poem!
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This is so serene I could sit here all day just gazing at the words and the bird.
ReplyDeleteThis is really lovely. "frosted nights dress soon unfurled" - gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteVery cute poem!
ReplyDeleteNicely done and the bird is precious.
ReplyDeleteLovely, gentle poem. I want to hang onto summer and the beautiful birds and dragonflies, but autumn lurks in the cool of every morning - it's coming!
ReplyDeletebeautiful bkm ... so soft and so lovely
ReplyDeleteThis is breathtaking. My favorite kind of poetry. It is work like this that makes me wish I was a publisher.
ReplyDeleteI am so touched by this stanza:
as summer days now slip away
and frosted nights dress soon unfurled
i breathe in the notes as if to sing
the love known since
christened
by a blessed spring
Do you know what I like about your writing? It is rhythmic and poetic without being cliched. Your imagery is just splendid.
Thank you for linking this. Truly lovely.
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Thank you so much Jenny...I do love writing for Alphabe-thursday....I am so glad I made the teacher happy this week...blessings...bkm
ReplyDeleteVery nice poem. Well done for Alphabe Thursday Summer School!
ReplyDeleteThat first stanza is breathtaking, barbara, and the whole poem is musical and light, full of the essence of the yellow bird.(I think it's a goldfinch--they are like flying daffodils here in the spring.)Glad you dusted this off and brought it back out.
ReplyDeleteA worthy ode. Nice piece BKM.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful choice. I enjoyed seeing this again!
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting The Friday Forgotten and linking your post. Your imagination and creativity should never lie dusty in a dark corner of your blog. We are happy to help clear away the cobwebs.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the rhythm and flow of this poem. I think more and more we tend to go away from any sort of form and poetry so when I do see it I truly enjoy it. It is worth a few more reads.
A fine, strong poem. Delightful response to the prompt.
ReplyDeletei hope you read it to him..he would've been delighted..smiles
ReplyDeletelovely write... great intensity and visuals
ReplyDeleteI think this is an excellent Ode, in form and in subject. You achieve the effect with such precision and delicacy. Each line puts the reader right in the moment, seeing, hearing, feeling, understanding. It is a perfect communion. Always excellent my dear.
ReplyDeletei like how you broke up the lines and still maintained the form.
ReplyDeletei fell in love with this bird, it was so delicate and beautiful.
The return to "of a yellow bird" in stanza 2 moved me, so simple and elegant.
ReplyDeleteI do love a yellow bird, and this poem is as bright and melodious as its subject.
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