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

Friday, October 5, 2012

Where The Bluebirds Fly

Concrete, steel, and asphalt
inch their way over meadows,
green grass replaced by gray.

I want to go where the bluebirds fly
before there is no longer
a song, feather, or nest.

I miss seeing spring from my window.

©Susie Clevenger 2012
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Jinksy said...

Brings to mind an old saying " May the Bluebird of happiness fly up your nose!" LOL

Rinkly Rimes said...

It sounds as though you have had a very personal experience with concrete!
Put up a parking-lot' and all that.

Karen said...

I don't know how people stand to live where there is no green grass, no bluebird. You have expressed it beautifully.

my heart's love songs said...

i am always amazed and grateful when i see a creature like a hawk in the midst of all the concrete and steel.

i guess we're going to end up having to go over the rainbow to find the bluebirds...

lovely write.

kaykuala said...

The bluebirds are free to choose as much as shown by your verse. Even the combo pics aptly convey that impression - they face whichever direction they choose. Nicely Susie!


Laura said...

I can imagine...when I visited my parents this past summer...the place where I grew up is all paved over...sidewalks and highways everywhere. I had to seek wild each day on my walks...really seek it out.

I am blessed to live where I do now and feel gratitude every day.

Susan said...

You speak truth with longing. I like the poem and the pics! It reminded me of the problem with city lights at Palomar and other huge observatories: as it becomes harder and harder to have true night, it becomes harder and harder to see. I imagine artificial light scatters wildlife just as concrete does, though not as absolutely.

Herotomost said...

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.....this so reminded me of that song and the sadness that we are losing our open lands to houses and businesses etc. Great subject and great writing.

Carrie Burtt said...

Maybe you could take a yellow taxi and follow the blue birds.....I understand how you feel here, but Spring will sprung soon....time flies that is for sure! Love this Susie! ;-)

Timoteo said...

Just reminded me of a song by Three Dog Night called "Out In The Country."

Before the breathin' air is gone
Before the sun
Is just a bright spot
In the nighttime

Robyn Greenhouse said...

Your pictures are great! We need to balance construction and nature!

Kerry O'Connor said...

That last line is so telling, Susie, and I just adore your bluebirds. I would be thrilled to see one of them in person :)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

May there always be bluebirds, Susie!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

There is an ache to touch what we need--for me lately it is the water of home--for you the path of a bird--this is a lovely, lovely write!

Kimolisa said...

A very relatable poem and I can feel the sadness in it. Well written.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

There is no time like the present - there is no time but the present. Do it! I enjoyed this poignant poem.

Jim said...

You may be too young to have this song in your memory bank:

""Big Yellow Taxi"
(feat. Vanessa Carlton)

[Adam Duritz]
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
... [and a lot more]"

for the rest:

Serena said...

You speak to my heart... I love listening to the birds... they always have so much to say. And how awful would it be if we cemented them out of our lives. This is very lovely.

Poetry Chick said...

sad... with a bit of hope. But overall, just beautiful!

Margaret said...

This breaks my heart...but the photos give me hope that there will always be enough green preserved...or maybe that is wishful thinking.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

No joy in concrete, that's for sure!

Kay L. Davies said...

Plenty of joy in bluebirds, however, Susie, so there is still hope. A lovely write.

daydreamerdreams said...

Very well written! I share your sentiment. It seems more fields and natural beauty disappear every day

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