Best Blue Jay Poems
F l y i n g
a sailing tailwind
through cerulean streams
and creamsicle colored beams—
are wings reflective
of the turquoise truth
and white purity
of Autumn’s ether
he aviates
a clear troposphere
riding an unbridled
capricious and combative
boreas
on the cusp
of a new season
with a plumage infusion
of shifting Cape Cod skies
the blue jay mixes hues
with the Northern azure
that fades to shades
of turmoil
to the South and East—
becoming lost
in its milky breadth
its lilting light
its dimming depths
where the edge of rustic rural
meets the sandy ridge of conifers—crooked
twisted and back-bent
from gales
of salt-sprayed sorcery
Canadian bluster-gusts
leading the charge
of a cold sapphire crest
is bedeviled
offshore
by the raw
tongue-lashing spin
of a brooding onshore flow
twirling
a brewing brawl
whirling
in slate pearlescent space
s w i r l i n g
with the dusky feistiness
of stormy petrels…
mobs of darkening fog
growing fatter
on summer’s fainty surrender—
leftover tints of tender cornflower
and hints of dainty dove
there’s a sparkle
in the eye of the storm…
his mischievous black gaze
mirrors
the harsh harbinger
of commotion
clash and change—
his piercing “jay-jay” jabs
the maddening mayhem
of menacing air
with an emerald-needled sharpness
of wind-weary pitch pines
anchoring
the beige of coastal dunes
where his refractive blues
take cover
in colorful contrast
ahead
of the bruising
October nor’easter
bright blue sapphire blinks
bejeweled midst blue spruce bush ...
blur blueberry sky
14 March 2022
Bird Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
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perched on a high tree
a blue jay lookout screeches ~
swift bristling of crests
[when blue jays feed in peace, their crests are lowered, but
become raised when danger is sensed.]
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Bird Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Placed 3rd
© 16th March 2022
a blue jay sitting
on a branch laden with fruit. . .
the dewormed apple
July 26, 2018
blue jay in the yard
boisterous and beautiful
prima donna act
May 9, 2020
songbirds by default
corvids in indigo suits
screaming blue murder
05.08.2020
bluer than heaven
nature shamed sky to paint you ...
with such a proud brush
Written and submitted on May 13, 2020
For the "Haiku - Blue Jay" Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin, Sponsor.
BLUE JAY (Haiku)
fly fly away jay
blend on wing with april sky
so clear so blue flly!
He: (JT Honestly)
May our nature be one voice
When creation is at rest
May you on that night rejoice
When I hold your supple breast
So come fly away with me
For a night to finally
Be free in ecstasy
When I make the blue jay sing
She: (Eileen)
Yes, the blue jay sings
As your lying here with me
Nothing but this moment now
Nowhere else I’d rather be
All the world is hushed and still
As you hold me through the night
Making sure I know I’m loved
All the way to morning light!!
A Second Collaboration between JT Honestly and Eileen Manassian
Our first collaboration was entitled Mental Tattoo
beautiful blue jay
singing from frosty branches ~
winters melody
the blue jay flying --
a fat worm dangling
for the babies
blue wings dipped in gray
circle nest of hollow shells -
spring mist turns to rain
5/12/20
Blue Jay Chill
Snow covers blue jay
Swallow winters up, ice forms
Both merge, beneath, cold
Blue feathered beauty
of stained glass design
your song in the wind
is a whir and a whine.
Impatient and weary
of limbs swept and bare,
you tighten your grip
to unbosom a jeer
or bob from your perch
to rattle a cry
that bristles the crest
of a soul mate nearby.
February 12, 2019
Songbird Poetry Contest
He was a beautiful bird with feathers bright white and cobalt blue
He happily chirped his songs while perched at the feeders every day
Often spotted high in the oak tree, squawking until his new day debut
When he appeared all the other birds became quiet and often flew
He wanted to be king of the feeders, aggressively pushed birds away
He was a beautiful bird with feathers bright white and cobalt blue
One day his mate landed beside him, with light feathers a muted hue
She was jumping and squawking, like a fancy mating dance of play
Often spotted high in the oak tree, squawking until his new day debut
He danced along beside her their feather’s entangled in a mating ado
Her muted feathers spotted feeding until she flew to their nest to stay
He was a beautiful bird with feathers bright white and cobalt blue
Feeders were abandoned one day as a cold storm passed through
The birds were nestled away in nests as winds made the trees tops sway
Often spotted high in the oak tree, squawking until his new day debut
His mate fed her tiny fledglings, feathers brightening as they grew
He came to visit the feeders for years until one day he’d gone astray
He was a beautiful bird with feathers bright white and cobalt blue
Often spotted high in the oak tree, squawking until his new day debut
Did not place in contest: Third Person Villanelle, judged 11/23/22
Contest: Writing Challenge- X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France