death of a songbird.

The title lured me right in. For me the song of birds cuts through my dimmer thoughts. I like the Bukowski poem. His bluejay supposedly symbolized happiness and I got that from your poem, the connection with bluejay's song in the midst of a tough world. I'm not sure I'm taking away you're meaning but I love your writing. I just read it over and over, lol 💜 it's a day maker when you write a poem.

Thanks for being here, Debbie
It's always such a wonderfully positive experience, reading your thoughtful feedback. It fills me with a sense of accomplishment that really uplifts - 💙

I like to believe that there is this warmer inner beauty within us that often struggles to see the light of day, for one reason or the other. This was my attempt to sort of incorporate that hidden self while coming to terms with the fact that we're all human and essentially flawed. That it's ok to be who we are and that loving yourself despite imperfections is aok. Bidding farewell to the past, welcoming change.. and what's to come.

Something like that, anyway.... hahaha...

You're a rockstar 🌟
Much love,
🌹B

Life is incarnations and reincarnations. My ignorance shows, I don't know who Bukowski is, but I know I like your work in progress, and bird songs. 🌼

Thanks for the reminder that there's always the possibility of improvement/change... If we're so willing.

Charles Bukowski was a sort of cult classic American "underground" poet, who if you were at all angsty in your youth (even now, really) chances are you probably gravitated towards reading him at some point... lol... He definitely had a raw, womanizing, chain smoking, whiskey drinking vibe... ;)

I love having you visit, J and deeply appreciate your insights.

Hope you are doing well
🌹💙

I skipped angsty in my youth and went straight into the Navy (not a far leap for a military brat). And thanks to my Navy training I learned raw, womanizing, chain smoking, whiskey drinking ways without the help of books. 🙄 🤕

That was a past incarnation. You get do overs if you survive. 💀👻

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I'm beyond glad you reinvented/were reincarnated, dear J. There's so much more you have to offer, create and do with your valuable existence.... I adore watching some of that in real time.

🌹💙 - 🐦

bittersweet silemce
of a tender heart vroken
love no longer is

There's more to an eventual silence than just loss, methinks. Perhaps there's a bit of comfort quieting an incessant birdsong in hopes of fully incorporating it's tune into one's self, making for a sort of inner peace.
One less struggle or maybe one less thing to try and reconcile...

Were just some thoughts.
Thank you for the awesome senryú, Colin
It's greatly appreciated
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A marvelous tribute and a well crafted piece!

I will selfishly (har har) take that as a huge compliment, considering how much I admire your poetic construction... It's always so impressive!

Thank you for the lovely comments, MS... Glad you found some worth here  

I love having you visit.
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This is so beautiful
Go girl another huge hit
Love and light
Ron xx

You're a ray of sunshine, my dear poet.

Thank you for taking the time you do. Thinking about you and hoping you have some much better days ahead.

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Dear BV,

Not sure how you want to hear it in your head but in mine it plays splendidly. I think there’s a vulnerable side in all of us.  It’s the one most of us work 24/7 to tamp down and protect so I love when the blue bird makes his/her way out to sing freely.  This is a lovely poem that does remind me of Bukowski’s poem.  While I’m not a fan of his I do like this one as it leans toward a softer more traditional style.  What I love about yours is how it sings to me.  It’s lyrical and gentle and makes me take a beat or two to rest my weary thoughts and collect my breath for what comes next.  Beautiful piece.
H 🌷

Hey there, H

I totally get Buk not being everyone's cup of tea. He's definitely a strong delinquent (ha!) voice of a particular era that taps into something viscerally relatable to me. I remember reading Ham On Rye in high school and having a switch turned on, just because of the rawness of admitted feelings and especially the 'I couldn't fucking give a shit what other people think' kind of 'eff you' attitude that the main character of that book, which was pretty much Bukowski, had. Needless to say, I was intrigued and curious, which led to reading more of his poetry. I think I thought it was beyond cool and unlike any other 'poetry' I had experienced up until that point. That ended up being a lifelong lasting kind of curiosity, for this out of place punk, goth girl... hahaha.

I agree with you that his Bluebird poem is certainly a peek at the soft underbelly of the Bukowski degenerate... which is both beautiful to me and utterly captivating. Trying to create rhythmic structure to a poem that is a heartfelt 'slap on the back' atta boy, thank- nod to his, has been a years long thought process. I eventually just hoped that I could come up with something halfway decent and that left me feeling like I tapped into something visceral for myself.  

I am over the moon that you could hear my melody... Wow... that's so amazingly freaking awesome!

Here's to taking a beat as to take a little stock...

I sincerely LOVE and adore your genuinely thoughtful comments. They make my day and leave me feeling so much better about my writing and my journeys.  

Huge thanks for that and for the generous list add.
You are truly wonderful, dear lady ✨  
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People need to be free to live their lives how they see fit.  Keep on writing.

Thank you for the visit, Francisco.

You've said it!

🌹B

You are truly welcome my smart strong beautiful sexy woman.

Dearest, Lady Blue
It's thrilling to hear you sing through this beautifully written masterpiece. There are too many wonderful passages to choose just a few. The piece evokes in me such a panoply of emotions. Bravissima, bella poeta🐻💞🐰

My lovely BB,
I'm thrilled you found something here of value that gave you an opportunity to access an array of emotionality, what a terrific compliment... I'm beyond thankful for. This piece feels like it's ever evolving, so I deeply appreciate the feedback you've left me.

Miss you and hope you're in a great place these days.

Much love and many near hugs,
🐻💕💞💓🐰
-Your BB

I always wonder if ANY bird is truly ''happy'' in a cage.  Of course, total freedom means there may be a cat out there just waiting for that door to open.........Kisses, Robert.

Always needing to be on one's toes, indeed.... There's something to be said for self discovery how we (hopefully) subconsciously 'evolve' as human being beings... I think that's part of the thought process, too... Maybe?!... lol... It's been awhile now...

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, Robert.
It means a lot to me that you've taken the time to stop in to do so.

Sending all my best hopes for a wonderful Canadian summer!

🌹💙 - B

On the for real this could be totally about our mental health at times. This is a piece that we will read again, tight work Lady

You really shine the light on the bare bones gist of it, Me.
It's a true honor that you'll return visit to read this one, knowing that is just so heartening to me.... really.

Thank you for being here.... I deeply appreciate it.
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I’ve read this a few times, always finding more relevance to my EVERYTHING. You’ve captured the tentativeness of exposing vulnerability perfectly. At least, that’s what I’ve gleamed from this brilliant gem.

Hey there, Mary

You're very astute and I'm beyond delighted that you've revisited this one. (thanks for that)

Sometimes, vulnerability can feel like it's the scariest thing we can be, so keeping that part of ourselves under 'lock and key' kinda feels like it's easier and not nearly as messy or potential scary. Finding a way to unlock that goodness we harbor and letting it sing it's song it all it's glory to fruition, is kinda where my mindset traveled. However, there's been so many years and changes of writing decisions, it's hard to nail down my motivations completely... haha.

Thank you for being here and for letting me know your personal takeaway. It really means a lot to me that you wrote me your thoughts/feedback. It's immensely meaningful and so so helpful.... I cannot express my gratefulness, enough...Please know that I truly am.

Much love,
🌹 💙 💙 - B

Even the birds are chained to the sky and heaven...

Barbra Streisand  "Songbird" (1978)
"... Sometimes... When I' m all alone... I sing my saddest song
Lonely, and no one can see... This time the song is for me... "

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxntMdUmYSY
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/barbrastreisand/songbird.html

Love the Dylan quote and the song by Babs is pretty apropos... thanks for sharing that with me, Marks.

Hopefully my inner bluebird finally found comfort in singing it's song aloud as opposed to something that I was kept hidden away.... The song of freedom...


Love seeing you here, my friend 🙏🏻
xo
-🌹B

You're welcome, Bluevelvete.

I strain  
to hear  
the bluebird sing      

between  
the tick  
of every tock            
  
incessant are  
these  
counting hours            
    
fast flying  
by  
this beating clock            

This poem makes me break it down into its constituent parts.

Here I sit
All broken hearted...  

That's Charles too. Language first, then insight.

So, your words had me scouring for purpose....the foundation of meaning...requiring this form to practice this function.

All forms function as a point of intimate entanglement in their fullest perspective.

There's not much educated structure here to search through, methinks...but I am really appreciative that you were inspired to take a deeper look. Your teacher's eye and wonderfully fantastic keen mind really make such an incredible impact, allowing me to learn and grow with every helpful and extremely wise bit of feedback on feel extremely lucky to receive from you.

It's those intimate entanglements that go by in the blink of an eye... so swiftly, they are that before you know it midlife is staring you in the face and that bluebird has days when it's quieter than it probably should be.... Or something like that...

Thank you for being so thoughtful and generous, C.
I adore your visits that truly make me think upon each line and my intent, which honestly, isn't always a planned out concrete choice.

You're such a pleasure....
-💙

Know I've been brief and missing but do read  of you close or far. AND this well you know what I think and will always have my praise

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Ohhh my... huge thanks and my warmest gratitude, dear poet-💞


I've missed your ink and presence here, so it's twice as lovely to receive both today, methinks!! What a treat!

Your comments leave me smiling and uplifted with their message.... I'll always enjoy what you bring and how your creative pen inks it's journeys.

Much love and many well wishes sent your way,
🌹💙 - B

Great job with this... good luck!!!

Thanks so much, LilD

Your visits are truly special moments for me, as I value you and your poetic talents on a whole other level.

Cherished feedback, indeed....so glad you enjoyed  

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For the few birds that are blue birds…. Well done!

Much thanks for your lovely and insightful feedback.

I appreciate you reading and taking the time stop in.

Regards,
🌹B

The impression I got was a person preparing for death.  The parallel with the songbird, no longer there (empty cage).

The person, once happy as a songbird, the bluebird (with their eyes of blue). The memories go back to the blissful time, wanting to be that person who "sang".  But finding themselves alone, with liquid remedy from the five and dime, as they inhale from a cancer stick. The tears stop when you finally rest in peace.

A dark interpretation.  I'm not familiar with Bukowski. So, no idea if I'm way off base.  Continue singing "Blue"bird.

Yeah, I guess I could see that avenue of thought... The original Bukowski piece was about that bluebird inside being the bit of goodness hidden inside himself and how  that kinder, gentler side was potentially something he wished or aspired towards, at times. He was a womanizing, whiskey drinker with a sharp aptitude for putting pen to paper, so that dichotomy between the two sides of himself (even with the softer side being so small and hidden) always fascinated me... I imagined incorporating that smaller side, so that bluebird song wouldn't need to be sung any longer because it was now a bigger part of a whole... or something along those lines anyway... lol

It's a bit nonlinear but I hope it was a good read nonetheless...

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, Leo. You really do have an excellent POV that I cherish you sharing with me.

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xo

OMG, that had excellent rhyme, rhythm and flow. Bukowski's such a unique writer.
Amazing spill Blue and best of luck in that comp.

Totally love that "Omg", Walter... thanks for finding a bit of fluidity within this one... it's a long work in progress.

It's been great reading all of your awesome comments. If I've missed any, my apologies... I'll definitely try to go back and make sure.


You're awesome, my friend
🌹B

Humbled.
Motivated.
Grateful.
Connected.
Valued.
Deep breaths
of refreshing
understanding.

Thank you, my friend
🌹-🐾

Your homage to Buk takes me down the lanes of my past through your deft strokes on the keyboard that bring into birth the exquisite sorrow he evoked. Love the gentle melancholy here that sings like the bluebird. The ending is so deeply passionate that I grew teary-eyed. Am listening to jazz piano music as I write your words flow with the melody to bring me into a sentimental mood. No one does this better than you my darling friend. You take me there and beyond.

Much love,
John

You've warmed through and through with the image of your calm evening imbued with the sentiments I had hoped to properly convey... I adore your kinship and love that you understand me like you big heart does.

It's a beautiful feeling that I know you share, my dear...

Returned love and deepest appreciation,
🌹xo
-S