Best Blackbird Poems

beautiful blackbird
chirruping the sweetest songs
morning has broken




Poem inspired by this wonderful Beatles song sung in Scottish Gaelic by Julie Fowlis

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0MzetQfKwbE

05~20~17...

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In dream lone blackbird sits on telephone line,
pleading, what more do I have to give. 

Wing once beat out a metronome in time..
leaving thoughts lost...

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My father was a musician, with a beautiful tenor voice. As we seven siblings witnessed his coffin being lowered into that cold earth, a blackbird...

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The bogs’ their fruit – the woodlands’ leaf
embrace a ripened red motif,
as cranberries and maples blaze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.

Where starling murmurations dance
a breathless...

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That godless sound
His head explodes at 6:01am
Same as every day
He falls out of bed
Steps on the cat
Slides into his slippers
Shuffles to the kitchen
Puts the coffee...

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It's quiet now, they all have gone
Leaving litter, and last light
softens what was too bright before

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
you ask if I...

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The wood smoke is rising,
there’s a chill in the air,
the valley’s in shadow,
with the pear tree still bare,
but I know by morning,
what the new day...

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Do we have "enough" .
Will silver flakes of winter's blade
cut us down 
or build us up.
Will our pasts behave like choir boys, stay in time
or...

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A silence all pervading, nothing moves,
the gentle hiss I hear is in my head
like record stylus placed into the groove.
Clouds form the upper circle overhead.
Orchestra...

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When winter’s end is imminent and springtime soon becoming
blackbird and thrush in noble song bumble bee busily humming.
Scent of air fondles the hazy morning scattered...

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Written: January 12, 2024
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What could be better than birds, my friends,
To put our heads straight,
What could be better than listening to this melody ?
The blackbird invites us to...

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flying over Gulf of Mexico
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part 1 

We bend low under over-hanging branches
lit by reflected river-light gently shifting. 
Our boots suck the muddy bank.
We wade into clear water
the dappled up-light...

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In the marsh the cattails sway,
Brave brown brushes standing tall.
Feet firmly planted in their muddy bed..
Giving shelter there to big and small.

Here the blackbird builds...

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