"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Stained With Blackbird Wings


Morning stains the sky
with blackbird wings
carrying secrets pulled
from the summer moon.

Beneath feathered
oak limbs Trust sits
patient,  still…
waiting for answers
to interpret questions.

What was, is, can be
gathers notes from
caged throats to place on
tongues bold enough
to sing of freedom.



16 comments :

Kerry O'Connor said...

What was, is, can be...

A truly beautiful poem, woven with an artful hand. The song is one of my all-time favourites.

Outlawyer said...

Susie--I especially like your opening here--the idea of morning stained by blackbird's wings--so surprising--and the undercurrent of mourning as well. And yet there is the sense of hope shining through too at the end, at least some understanding--and that is inspirational. Thanks. k.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is profound!! One of my favorites from you :)

Grace said...

I love the animation & song Susie ~ I really admire the opening verses with imagery of sky with blackbird wings & that ending note: bold enough to sing of freedom ~

brudberg said...

I really like the last stanza.. the song for freedom.. those bold songs, I love how you progress to that last stanza.

Other Mary said...

This image and song go especially well with your verse. I too, particularly like the final stanza.

Fireblossom said...

Be bold!

Sumana Roy said...

the words are so picturesque in the beginning...love the song of freedom at the end...a lovely poem...

hedgewitch said...

Very lyric opening, and a broad brush that leaves this open to both personal interpretations and societal ones. The caged throats still sing through the bars, but they are longing for that morning sky.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

THIS is.....SPECTACULAR. Just perfect.

Sara McNulty said...

This is gorgeous, Susie. I was enchanted from the first stanza to the end.

Susmit said...

The powerful wordplay kept me glued till the end; I'll hold onto that last para for long...."the tongues bold enough to sing of freedom"....Beautifully penned!

C.C. said...

The opening line is lyrical poetry at its best and that final stanza is the kind of poetry that leaves a lump in the reader's throat because the beauty is so palpable, so moving, so UMPH in the heart. Absolutely stellar!

Sweeper of Dreams said...

So, so beautiful. Whoosh of a pause as "waiting for answers/ to interpret questions" knocked me in the diaphragm. Quite a punch!

R.K. Garon said...

Perfect!
ZQ

Hannah said...

I love the use of, "stain," the contrast of those wings on sky. Poignant write, Susie. :)

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