If Only.

 

 

 

If Only.

 

No tonic compares to dawn's rewarding
blackbird-sweet melodies spilling abroad.
Silence drips with explosion as notes bare
feathered soul-shards that pierce crystal air.

If only my pen could capture 

each droplet of sound 

as alchemy bottled in rapture

soaks bird's boundary 

with heard joy, if my passion 

roused by joining loud 

whistling to a poetic  canvas

could chorus its proud

aria my awe would take action.

Of all nature's trill- symphonies this bird's
throaty repertoire hastens me to rise early.
So with tuneful soliloquies stirring my sleep
I gratefully rouse and intend to drink deeply.

Reviews

[Aradhana]

The scenario described, the birds , background, sounds that these birds produce and everything is just soo beautifully written. While imagining I could feel the freshness and the heartwarming positive vibes. No doubt that the way you observe nature and those skills are mind blowing. I loved the rain drops part.....such a lovely poem

[Fay Slimm]

My sincere thanks for such an encouraging review and am so pleased you enjoyed the read.

[Aradhana]

Wlcm. Indeed I enjoyed it a lot♥️

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful tribute to the song of the blackbird. We have them in our garden and I wake to their melodious notes each dawn. It is a delight to stay cosy in my bed and listen to their chorus. A lovely poem Fay. I share this admiration you have for them.

I think your pen has excelled itself.


Chris

[Fay Slimm]

There is no birdsong to beat the blackbird's deep throated trills and like you Chris I love to be wakened by their singing.