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#bluejay
Light seldom graces me with her presence. That used to tear me apart. Now, I have learned to appreciate her absence. I sit, perched on my plush cushion. Bluejays sit on my windowsill. Their wings are resting and my eyes are gleaming. How beautiful it is to watch a sentient being recover, rejuvenate. I’ll never tell you that knowing you set me free. All the things in life that are terrible now amaze me. My ears laugh at the sounds the bluejays have gifted me. They are so happy. Sipping the sweet, crimson nectar. Filling them with life and substance. I am writing again. My voice is different now. I used to be locked in your cell. Now, I turn to the light. The bluejays and I share a commonality: nectar is there for enjoyment, not necessity.
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 6:49 PM UTC
xyz
Chirp cheep cheep. Mother blue jay sets down and sings to me. Singing a tune she's sung since birth. I realize it's beautiful, it's a song of the earth. For the blue jay does not worry, she comes and she goes. The next phase of life, she'll figure it out as she goes. Maybe the blue jay has something to teach. Something only mother nature can preach. Time and tribulations can take care of themselves. So take your worries, and set them on the back shelf. Sing a song, as the blue jay does. And sing a tune to yourself, not for anyone else, but just because.
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
Mother Blue Jay
The strangest melody came 'Cross the trees. Into those dark woods, Where the Raven hung in green. Drifting on that tune, The Raven found the blue Of the sole Bluejay Aloft and lonely too. But not for long, really-- A violet Starling fell into. And this began a harmony, Unknown purity that grew and grew. Beholden of the heavenly, The black Raven watched afar, Wishing for eternity, which dreams...seldom are. Soon the Starling flew away, And the Bluejay Recited once again the next day, Till quieted, and no more. Sat back still, the Raven saw, Then searched for the brightest purple feathers. Plucked out its own to replicate; It loved that color anyway. But the Bluejay would never sing The song it did with that Starling. And the Raven could only caw, While its black feathers wore away. But to the Raven's canopy Had come The Bluejay.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 1:43 AM UTC
Do birds ever sing with anyone else?
cold air surrounds us dancing, playing as the sun hides behind a blanket of clouds the panic sets in again pulling, fighting but i am safe this time we have each other
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
december
you and i two halves of the same cosmic force we'll be grand adventurers neither dusk nor dawn will stop us we are solar wind and lightning forces of nature in and of ourselves and we cannot be snuffed we are the end
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
electric
you are flawless a diamond in a world of coal more precious than any rock could be you are strong steeled in the face of the flood more durable than any dam could be you are beautiful a meadow of flowers in spring more lovely than any bouquet could be you are cherished far beyond some worldly possession more important than anything imaginable you are loved with all of my being
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC
you are..
id live for you my tears mean nothing when met with your light even now when nothing seems okay you are still my everything
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
live
your feathers are lovely blue and white and black stark against the hues of the desert sunset your song is as pure as the summer is warm although the words you sing are echoes of another day i want to fly with you my sweet little bird take to my own wings and make your song a duet
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
little bird
Here lays God's creation Laid to rest for eternity. He is now in separation From the world's insanity. He sang his heart for all to hear And to praise God's name. May we all sing with the same cheer To bring about God's fame. Knowing that your time is finite And death can come today Live it with ultimate delight Like this here blue jay.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC
Poem for the Fallen