When I spread my wings

I feel the pull of freedom.

I spread them wide and trail

my shadow the way birds do.

Your hands are elegant thieves

your tongue a web of lies,

in this desperate nest of chaos

When the veil falls apart and

daylight slivers through I can see

the slant of sky where you slipped in.

Night Music

126 thoughts on “Blue Bird”

  3. Le sigh! Little wings. You see where my head is at.
    Adore this poem. Seems no matter what or when you write, the feelings and meaning are relevant.
    xoxoxoxo
    I was on your blog, but couldn’t comment. For some reason I can’t comment there, but I can in the Reader. Tim tipped me off on this issue.
    The night music is perfect!

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      1. WP!!!
        If it doesn’t clear up, I will contact them. So annoying. I don’t use the reader a lot. I like to actually visit blogs. So when I try to comment on some blogs, it says I am unknown, OR a deleted blog.
        xoxoxoxo

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          3. How annoying!!!
            If it does not clear up, I will go through the contacting WP deal. They have actually cleared up many idiot happenings for me.
            Working away on the draft! xoxoxo

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        1. I’m so grateful for you visits and want you to know That I’m so blown away by your message, you’re so incredibly talented and even more kind and generous. Your encouragement is an awesome gift! Thank you Shey.

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          1. I think it’s you whose incredibly talented actually. You conjure words like a magician and juggle them in the air in a way that has my jaw on the ground. You never miss a word or have one too many and your imagery is exquisite. . Honestly. YOU are the kind and generous, not to mention immensely talented one.

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          1. Oh! That’s cool. I don’t know his work that well, though I like it. I have the Sailing to Philadelphia CD because I guess I had heard that song. Of course I’d love a song about history with Philadelphia in the title and James Taylor, too. 🙂

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  12. How come I stopped following your blog? Someone must have hacked otherwise which fool would want to miss out on such beautiful words and the kind of videos that you post on here 🙂 Have happy and a safe weekend!

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      2. btw have you thought of trying to recite your own words via some YouTube video channel? Listening to the author speak their own words is a different feeling than reading them. what do you think?

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          3. Oh ok. If I don’t find a woman, I’d definitely start looking into the beauty of men and become gay someday. Pray that never happens! 🙂

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          5. Thanks for pointing me to place where only “temporary” affections happen 🙂 LOLs. Jokes aside, do you have any direct link to your own voice recorded on that blog, or would you want your Amir to suffer searching through that huge blog?

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          9. you must have many geeks like myself following your blog. all you could do was post your computer issue here to get the help. until, of course if you the “shy” kind like myself… lol 🙂

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  13. Reading you is like studying a piece of art and finding something else to marvel at each time you go back.

    “Your hands are elegant thieves”

    That . . I mean, wow?

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  14. That little slant of sky. They can find it every time. I definitely relate to Bluebird because my head elves are always telling me I have squirrels in my rafters and weevils in my hay. 🤭😉

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  25. Your poetry never fails to hit a tender spot of recognition… How you are able to weave your words that not only reveals the Freedom Shadow of birds, but the lies of tongues and Thieving Elegant hands, is beyond me…. Your Blue Bird poem speaks to all hearts who have experienced where veils fall apart and where those slivers of light peek through, to show us their is always a silver lining behind the dark clouds..

    Wonderful Expression Holly… ❤

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