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in wonderland    poetry is endless self introduction
arubybluebird
"All things go. All things grow."
BlueBird
35/Alberta.    A new, clean life for a rusty tinman who was miraculously born with a heart.

Poems

Melanie Feb 2014
One lone bluebird begins its flight.

One lone bluebird gone to great heights.



Beautiful wings, strong and hollow

All the other bluebirds obediently follow



Surrounded by others high in the sky,

One lone bluebird destined to fly.



High above the trees, wings spread to soar,

One lone bluebird in search of something more.



And with bluebird friends all around,

One lone bluebird feeling quite down.



Suddenly, the bluebird is all alone.

Desperately trying to make it back home.



Wings withdrawn and perched on a tree,

Covered in darkness, difficult to see.



In the silence, the bluebird finds bliss.

In the silence, inner thoughts persist.



One lone bluebird missing its friends.

One lone bluebird fearful of the end.



Eerily quiet in utter solitude,

One lone bluebird has a change in mood.



An important lesson was learned that day,

One lone bluebird had lost its way.



Though it may be easier to hide,

Life is better with other birds by its side.



One lone bluebird destined to fly,

Surrounded by others high in the sky.
sol Jan 2017
the bluebird had queries and questions
and thought he should ask the moon,
but the moon was dark that night.
its hood was pulled tight.

the bluebird sighed, and so did the sun.
the sea greeted him with a waving hand.
“bluebird, bluebird up there!
the moon does not speak easy.
having its skin broken too many times.”

the bluebird whistled a sad tune.
“whatever shall i do, when i need the moon?
he will not speak, and i am too weak
to fly to him up there.”

the sea crashed against the rocky shore,
and its response was, “you need not wings,
bluebird, when the moon will come to you.
for when your light falls the moon will rise,
in the darkness it lights the skies.”

the bluebird huffed once again.
“i am not the sun, silly sea.
you mistake my feathers for blue skies,
i am not the stars in the night.”

but the bluebird could not see,
how bright he was to be.
and as he flew away,
the moon began to say,
“your wings are bigger than they seem.
bluebird, do not fret.
our time is to come together yet.

so the bluebird whistled a tune
as his wings expanded and grew,
and lifted him high into the sky,
and to the moon he drew nigh.
he landed among the stars.
bluebird, you will indeed go far.
the love story of the bluebird and the moon - innocence (part one)
Hollie  Aug 2010
Bluebird
Hollie Aug 2010
Go to sleep little bluebird

Close your eyes now little bluebird

Go to sleep now little bluebird

Sleep tight

The moon has kissed your brow

The stars have sung your lullaby

The clouds have tucked you in

It’s time to dream

Go to sleep little bluebird

Close your eyes now little bluebird

Go to sleep now little bluebird

And dream

The fairies are watching

You’re safe now little bluebird

Go with the sandman and dream

Go to sleep little bluebird

Close your eyes now little bluebird

Go to sleep now little bluebird

Sweet dreams
(c) Hollie Turner - a lullaby