Doris Culverhouse Poet Light Verse

Blue Bird(Revised)

A red plastic coffee container with a hole drilled in front makes a perfect 
blue bird house. Working and building a nest for their family, 
working nonstop today.

God's drama unfolding before me; God's perfect plan, witnessed.
Tragedy sometimes comes and the babies don't make it...
At times there is joy and a new generation of bluebirds starts a
new journey from a bird house we made for them. Now I look 
out my window and see the transformation of a coffee 
container to a home. Like a DIY TV channel, right when 
I need some entertainment. The bluebird show has brought 
me hope and contentment today.


Thanks everyone for the comments to help me get my
 thoughts going the right way!!

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Swairik Das May 2, 2010 at 12:44 AM interesting. Liked this one very much.

Sara Kendrick April 8, 2010 at 11:11 AM I feel that this was inspired...I wrote I think yesterday third line from the last and forward something very similiar to this and I have been giving it some thought as whether to post as it was given to me or whether to try to put into a form...Maybe God has given me the answer in yours..Mom....SoupMail...

Linda-Marie Sweetheart April 7, 2010 at 7:47 PM Sweet poetry Doris and good luck if u enter in Deb's contest... seems very nicely done already..luv.. Linda-Marie..

Andrea Dietrich April 7, 2010 at 3:30 PM I really like the first part,DOris. It was fun to read. The last little part is a good idea but to me it didnt' go with the other part, so if you change it, I think you should just put a different last line. anyway, enjoyed seeing you today. LUv, andrea

Matt Caliri April 7, 2010 at 1:38 PM Also, at the school I work at our spring break has already passed...though I wok with special needs kids and they really don't get much of a break from school...our jobs more like a nanny than a school teacher at times...

Matt Caliri April 7, 2010 at 1:37 PM I like tt meta-pop at the end...You self-referential comment almost feels part of the poem...I personally think the poem doesn't lack anything but maybe more...which is a good thing, but if you were to make any changes, simply lengthen and explore, elaborate and create...

Daver Austin April 7, 2010 at 12:50 PM I think I will try you red coffee container the next time I see a bluebird. We get mostly sparrows and starlings, but birds are birds and I love 'em all. Love, daver