Little bird

Little bird, painted friend, from your throat a song that floats I know you from long ago

Coming from another life when I was the bird and you were a young wife

I loved you then and I love you now but I will never hold you somehow

Your feathers are too bright and your song too sweet we were never meant to meet

Dreams dissolve in the morning light, all that you left me is a feather from your flight

Reviews

[abbypullanlitandpoetry]

This made me shed a tear, made me think of my grandmother on her deathbed. There's something so achingly beautiful about the recognition across lifetimes, that sense of knowing someone from before but being unable to bridge the gap. The way you've woven the bird imagery with love that transcends time but can't be grasped is heartbreaking. That final image of just a feather left behind captures the bittersweet nature of memory and loss perfectly. The rhythm flows like a gentle lament. Thank you for sharing this. Well done. AP x.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and most kind review and interpretation of this small piece it is most deeply appreciated. You caught the spirit of the write quite fully

[John the Baptist]

Reincarnation here? It appears the speaker is addressing a bird and recalling a previous life. It also seems their connection then was attended by sadness, as the speaker remembers feeling their meeting was never meant to be. Well, be patient. You've probably got a slew of incarnations where you'll feel more confidence.

[Soren]

Not that I believe in reincarnation as such but with a bit of poetic license the cycling of life I do believe in is written in poetry. Thank you so much for the read John it is appreciated

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Has an ethereal feeling quality loved it very mysterious

[Soren]

Thank you very much for the read and kind comment it is very important to me and cherrished

[Neha agrawal]

Your poem reads like something ancient and eternal — soft-spoken but deeply emotional. It would sit beautifully in a collection of poetic reflections on love, longing, and transformation.

[Soren]

Thank you for your most generous and kind remarks on this piece it is most appreciated

[Soren]

Thank you for your most generous and kind remarks on this piece it is most appreciated

[Chris Shaw]

Both poignant and beautiful in its meaning. Some things aren’t for the catching. They are best left to the freedom of the skies. Lovely metaphor here Soren.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your read and kind supportive words they mean a lot

[Fishysua]

Excellent work

I want more, but that is greed

The simplicity is a real strength

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and most kind words of support they are most appreciated