#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.
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 6:49 PM UTC
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.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
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.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 1:43 AM UTC
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
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
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
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
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
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC
id live for you
my tears mean nothing
when met with your light
even now
when nothing seems okay
you are still my everything
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
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
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
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.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC