birdsong

Wren singing in the spruce trees of my back yard

This poem was written to a prompt in How to Write Poetry: A Guided Journal with Prompts by Christopher Salerno and Kelsea Habecker in Chapter 7: Sounds of Poetry. The prompt was to write a poem about a bird using only monosyllabic words that mimics the sounds birds make.

birdsong
 
the bird, her song
how it floats
on the air, moves
from her small soul
to my ear and dips
down to the depths
of my heart, rides
the wind and sings
of the gold of the sun
not like her friends who
tick, tick, tick to time
click click like a clock
chirp, chirp and chortle
coo coo of love
no, her voice rises above
the noise, soft and gentle
serenading me.

This poem is part of an online collection I call Meditative Blossoms.

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