In the Bluebird of Happiness
at Klutina Kate's
the rain dances
splatting the metal roof
and dribbling down the windows
Never expected to find comfort
in an old bus
but I sleep well here
Didn't expect to be here
Didn't expect to belong here
Yep, where the northern lights play
it's turning gold
I'll saddle up before it turns white
journey back through the Yukon
and make my way south for
Christmas in Florida
Or Australia
I just wanted to see some caribou
Didn't know I'd make friends
Caribou, moose, bear,
glaciers, tundra, and snow-capped peaks
there have been plenty
but they're not what I'll come back for
On every highway and byway
beauty overwhelms
but it's deep in the heart too
the kind I'd run from
Not anymore
vast blue ocean soul,
warm enough to drown me deep;
your love makes me whole.
bluebird, I must fly,
sharp claws choke my tender throat;
free me to the sky.
a calm cute birdie
nice blue wonder mountain bird
in swing cozy nest
bluebird suffering
from excess happiness
~ nervous breakdown
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
bluebird stopping by
a song launched upon a breeze
~ my heart smiling
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Thought I heard a bluebird sing
somewhere over the rainbow
I was wrong 'twas but a song
playing away there on the radio
bought a garland and some gum
for Frances the girl next door
sadly due to a bad accident in London
the unfortunate lady is here no more
studio moguls and public pressures
to their shame were to blame no doubt
but the brainless Scarecrow simply said
of her... 'She just plain wore out'
bluebird on a branch
sets cherry blossoms awhirl
spring perfume
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Blue bird cloudless sky.
Dry faintly waving breezes.
Trout rise for a fly.
Little bluebird is that you
I see there through my window pane?
Let me open up the door
Come inside, it looks like rain
Did you wear the dress for me?
So beautiful you looked in it
Pretending that is why you did
I saw on you a perfect fit
"Mama," cried the Bluebird
"now why must you leave?
I miss the way your wings flapped
in the gentle breeze"
"Mama," cried the Bluebird
"now why did you go?
The joy that once surrounded me
has turned but into woe"
Little Bluebird cried
he wept, he sobbed, he wailed
"Mama, I need you now"
his words were of no avail
One day turned into two
and then into a week
Little Bluebird sat alone
for his life felt obsolete
"Mama, I wish that you
could be as bad as bad can be
then maybe as I sit here
I could feel complete"
"Mama, if I could
I'd make us never meet
then maybe the grief I feel
would never come to be"
All the music we would make
Your presence near to me inspires
And for you I am here to take
You're the one my heart desires
On a fine red carpet, down
In satin slippers you will walk
Bluebird queen wearing your crown
With me it's not just simply talk
My love for you makes me create
From nothing come heart songs in gold
Of words and rhymes none will abate
Composing them does not get old
So come my love sit next to me
Let me look upon your face
And watch as I craft out an ode
A brand new poesy to embrace
My
soul
sings a
symphony
of perpetual
omniscient narrative lyrics.
Tones reminiscent of dew-kissed bluebird lullabies,
enchanting like stars in indigo skies and blossoming like fragile fragrant jasmine.
I want to shower you with presents
Give you pretty things
Multicolored gemstones
Gold and diamond rings
There's something that I found for you
It's really very nice
I just put it on order
I didn't think it twice
A pretty baby bluebird
A necklace just for you
A tiny little bookmark
But very special too
The bluebird is our symbol
A quiet thing we share
Her nest is waiting for us
Until we make it there
The bluebird was shy
Unassuming
She did not want to make waves
Or hurt anyone’s feelings
The lady in the window watched eagerly
Hoping the blue bird would understand
The house was made especially for her
Bluebirds are rare and humble
They think of others first
They wait, even past their turns
The lady was holding her breath
She knew if a wren or sparrow swooped in
She would have to build a new bluebird house
“it is for you” she tried to convey to the bluebird
The bluebird did not think she was worthy enough
She flew off, and stayed away for two days
Before deciding that it was okay to inhabit her new dwelling
two sisters' journeys sculpted by the choices they made
July 18, 2023.
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