I was kissed by the petals of Spring
When a chill stole away its warmth
I had learnt to leap into sunlight
When I learnt I had grief unfulfilled
So beloved was I of sorrow
And sorrow most beloved of mine
That it spared me not from its shadow
As I was slowly spreading my wings,
It let me soar up into the bright sky
But only when it was night
Speaking gently to the starlight
Whispering with the moon's wan light
I could delight in the bejewelled wonders
Until I rose and flew too far
Upon which grief would call unto me
Reminding me of tears I had left to cry,
The oceans would weep with me
If the waters weren't reigned in by pride
Candid tears would flow most freely
If only they were mine to shed
I could only watch while others wept
And had sorrow flow out of their way
While grief accrued within my heart
Darkening my light and all that I see,
Yet I wonder if I'd know and still
Believe I am loved by Spring
For the joy of life and the urge to live
Have imbued my spirits with a fiery zeal
I wonder now if it is alright
To grieve and still know how to smile
To love what is gone yet let it go
And strive for those dizzying heights,
I would like to live in spite of death
For all the love given to me
Respect my grief but not be enslaved
And instead set myself free
The stars are mine to sing to with fire
And caress with my wingtips
The free little bird must awaken again
And return Spring's sweet kiss.
5 comments:
Thats really nice :D
Beautiful. Just beautiful. I'm blogrolling you.
Starts off low - transpires into a charming and joyous birdsong. There are times when one needs to be buoyed up, and this sort of song they need to hear. It's realistic and eloquent.
Awesome work my Skylark! :D
Stumbled upon your poem while Googling for the phrase "Little Bird" in the process of working on a completely different poetry analysis. As a published poet, I think your poem here shows real promise. The imagery is beautiful. The structure, however, is currently built on a back-and-forth model that is a bit dizzying; if you revised it so that it had distinct sections - the beckoning of spring, the sorrow holding the speaker back, the triumphant finish - it would be worth publishing.
@Topher: Wow, thank you! And I'll keep an edited (restructured) version with me for safekeeping. I'd love to read some of your works! :)
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