Songbird’s Tale

Songbird’s Tale

Wasting in the morn-lit pucker,
the sun whisking my cheek,
a song sinking into my ears,
lips trying to whistle along –
unbeknownst to my languished heart
a tale speaking my soul,
I heard a bird with tunes so sweet,
yet bitter with clarity.

Amiss, amiss the tweets did chirp,
a melody not rare,
trumpeting other’s sad similar tales,
a twit, a twitter –
fluttering in wings symphony,
though it felt as only my own –
it was my personal song.

He came in midday,
to pounce upon me cheer,
the singular melodious rhyme,
seeking to heal a tattered heart –
that flapped in open cavity’s hole,
his canto spilling whirlpools –
treble piercing gliding chants,
seemed lost so long ago.

Encompassed by honey drip sounds,
railing my insides exposed,
caroling into my breathe –
fidelity keeping hold,
a stranger once –
they stole my love,
no, I gave it away,
and stranger; no
familiarity the whole time –
tender little bird sang me so,
the story billowed in lyric.

When evening came,
my lyrical muse,
poured out all he knew –
the chorus rang on,
the concert no end –
chronicles set in epical prose.

Bird still singing to this day,
soothing in my ear,
the lovely tale –
ingrained music notes,
floating through my veins,
breezing nights –
memories wail,
resilient scales –
escalate my whispering tears.

Singing my song of remembrance,
symbols once seemed shriveled –
no sound,
until his beak pricked my spirit,
his talons reaching deep down –
arise old and new –
the tale is alive;
it never lost its tune.


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Sharing the twistings, and musings that twirl in my mind. Hoping others can relate, or at least enjoy... To know more about me personally you can visit my website at Mind Retrofit.
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6 Responses to Songbird’s Tale

  1. Singing my song of remembrance,
    symbols once seemed shriveled –
    no sound,
    Really nice!

  2. David Eric Cummins says:

    Very beautiful piece! Great job! 🙂

  3. ~Lady Day says:

    There are just some writers…they enter your soul, slide into it through their words, and get how you think somehow. Magical. Just magical Angel.

    • Angel says:

      Lady Day, I completely agree I get moved by other writers as well. (you being one of them) It seems at times we are pulling from a similar muse! Thank you so much for your comments and sharing some of my poetry as well, I am very appreciative!

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