Anil Deo Poet Alliteration

Bluebird's Gone

 Springtime put a spring in my step
Bluebird brought bright bars of music next
I saw her sip at the faithful fountain; sing soulfully
As I prayed: wishing the world was well, more certain
About the value of various voices: bird, boy, girl, gadfly ...
I threw something out the window, absent-mindedly
What happened next is sad, sadder still, all birds are hurting ...
For you see, what I threw out so absent-mindedly
Was a careless word: "Shush, shush, you sing the same old song!"
Bluebird looked and looked, a long minute without a note -
And as silently as she had surrendered her songs at my abode
She flew off in a fluttery flummox. She has not been seen
Near me. I have been so sorry since, prayed in between -
But my vicinity may welcome the Trinity, but not birds this season
A word - my careless words - have wounded wren and robin
Bluejay and finch, Baltimore Oriole and Barn Owl ...
They stay away ... And the Mockingbird sent word with Guinea Fowl
That I am a moody man, melodramatic, even erratic
(Birds have forgiven; they have fathomed I'm a fettered hummingbird).

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Lynn Marie April 15, 2017 at 8:03 PM The imagery is lovely, your words poignant and meaningful. To err is human, acceptance and love are blessings for all. A terrific, thoughtful piece Anil:) lynnxx

Anil Deo April 14, 2017 at 4:23 PM Dearest Readers, U see how powerful words are: the encouraging words & conversation raises more questions about whether I am doing enough, to show God's creation, that I am walking with Jesus. So a BIG thank you ... merci beaucoup, Grazie, Danke, Sheshe', Shukriyah, dhanyabadh. I have a Psalm I wanted to post ... Many EASTER blessings in Beloved Christ.

Doug Vinson April 14, 2017 at 2:37 PM Indeed, in the end, what blame have we for the birds? From a good place, this poem swims in the air for me, or does it flow through that air? Air, while not a liquid, is still a fluid.

Janice Canerdy April 14, 2017 at 10:07 AM Anil, this lovely, very symbolic poem has so much to say--so creatively! Janice

John Michaels April 14, 2017 at 4:48 AM Well-composed, with some great imagery and turn of phrase. Especially liked the "fluttery flummox". Nice write. Regards, John.

Lisa Ricci April 12, 2017 at 2:57 PM Dear Anil. Hello. There is no clumsy hummingbird here. I see a bluebird with wings. Excuse me a poet with wings and a pen. This is marvelous in every way. We readers see the alliteration. Well done in its entirety. Honestly Anil Deo April 12, 2017 at 3:03 PM missed you; folks are kind, but we all need encouragement trying to be poets. Shalom, shalom! Forgiven!