"sunbird" poems
Eyes chanced upon a brown object
Nestled on a crowd of multi-colored subjects
A bunch of dried and fresh leaves,
Small, thin and soft spikes of twigs
And I wondered.....how on earth
Did fibers and strips of polyester sack
Get included in this mix?
One would think it might fall, and be slung
But it stayed put, steady, where it hang
I was trying to figure it out:
A cylnder, at first thought...but I had my doubts
I realized, it was a crooked oblong
And, from its opening on one side, came the soft songs
A small part of which, was attached
To the thorny Bougainvillea branch.
Strange.....for it was small...yet steep
A human hand could never go deep
You wouldn't think it could contain anything
And yet...inside it, were resting
Three tiny eggs...warming
And eventually, would be hatching.
Soon, the Red Palm and Sweetsop trees
Buzzed with activities
Birds of many kinds, watched, upon the bay window eave,
High on the electric cables...they perched and wouldn't leave
To and fro.......high and low, they flew
The air was filled with bird sounds i never knew
Soon, too, soft tweeting was heard
Along with the louder chirping of the older birds
Then came that morning, when, a birdling,
Eagerly, tested its wings,
Then fell off its nest
Down to the roots of the Red Palm tree
Where it almost met its final rest...
Suddenly, came to the rescue, two big palms
That put the birdling back inside its home
And reinforced the nearly displaced nest...
Both birdling and nest, were put to a test....
Today, other birds fly around this once busy space
Where life's significant phases
Inevitably took place,
Lonely and deserted now,
For the birdlings are fully grown
They're now flying on their own...
From my rocking chair, I could see
Among those entangled twigs
Hidden among a crowd of sprigs
Still ably rests
An abandoned strange nest
That once told the story
Of an Olive-backed sunbird....and its glory...
Sally
Copyright February 18, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
^^^^^^^^^^
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
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it's winter again and here we are, the same loop that caught me up in
your whirlwind last time now making home between your lungs as your head
rests against my shoulder and your face finds a place to nuzzle against my neck.
i wonder what's different as i watch your hand reach for mine and then i realize it's because
i learned to grow without you and grew without you from one long moon to the other.
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when i called you a sunbird, i didn't mean a phoenix,
even though i didn't know it then.
see, it's been an entire year and i've learned how to create and swallow flames whole and stomp on
the ashes and even though i'd scattered yours and wished for you to rise
from them before, now i wish i'd dug my heels in a little better and cast them all aside
for good, buried you too far that you wouldn't be able to find me again, dosed and
dosed and dosed until there was nothing left of the scuff-mark under an ocean.
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maybe i'm just bitter.
and some part of me loves it. it's a vicious part, who's still searching for that other half
and knowing now that it was never in your hands and even if it was, it's been passed off
and i won't find it with you.
great tragedies are written for stages of life, not the makeup of entire stories, and
i'm not about repetition. you already got your chapter.
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there will be days that i start purely about me and that will end purely about me.
regardless of anything, i vow now, that i will make sure of this.
i will find (an)other boy(s) to sleep beside, just sleep beside, and i will love it and you will
hate it and i will love them. i'll be looking at them like i looked at you and you
will look at your phone each time it buzzes and hope it's me and
i won't even think to text you.
i will be selfish, ****** and karma encourages and assures me so.
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i was willing to wait eternities.
i was willing to wade lava and tread air and hold my breath until you wanted but you chose to
snip the string that held me to your wrist and now i've found freedom in the sky and i feel
broken and torn and incomplete but infinite and i found all of this without you.
you're too impatient, and you keep wanting to 'prove to' me something you and i both know
doesn't exist. only children get mad for getting back what they'd already given out-
and i'm sorry that i'm not for not wanting to be with you.
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i wish you didn't love me now.
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i wish it wasn't so easy not to care.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC
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you took a half of me that i didn't know i'd ever notice was missing the second you looked in my eyes and said my name like you'd always known you'd become my greatest tragedy, because you already read from the script
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i was drawn in by your devil-may-care grin and blinded by an immediate want to be wanted
i fell in love with the way you forgot to be who you thought people expected you to be when you were with me
and when you were with me ( i could almost swear you loved me, too )
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maybe my confusion grew on the midnights you'd call me and ask me to come lay with you- just lay with you, like i was the only thing that scared away your demons
or maybe it came about when you pressed tears into my skin on a day that was supposed to be about me but ended up being about you and, honestly, i didn't even care what the day started for
either way,
i would've let every day be about you.
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you never apologized and, if i have forgiven you for anything else because you make me weak,
i will find a way to never forgive you for that
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i can assure you no woman will ever learn to cherish you like i did
i'll let you live hypothetically, though-
even if one did, i promise you she'd never be able to care about you like i would have if you'd have let me
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you birthed the meaning of two words for me in those winter months, words my father prayed i'd never have understood
i can sing songs of unrequited affection better than any skylark
and i'm learning to tack melody to a sonnet about healing better than any plant who's lost their sun
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i wish i didn't miss you this much
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
Wake up, my dear friend.
"It's a new day today,
and I have a new song for you,"
said the yellow-bellied sunbird.
Sep 23, 2022
Sep 23, 2022 at 12:30 AM UTC
#*Birds sing in chorus
Early morning orchestra
Sunbird leads the band*#
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC
beyond a sun-warmed parapet
with a dot-eyed wondering smile
fingerpainted in storm-lit dust,
purple bougainvillea spill into a fresh grey sky,
fluttering in sweet lightning wind
like painted wings of a sunbird.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC
A sunbird perched softly in the bramble,
awaiting the raven's snaggle-toothed grin.
She sang a song, haphazardly happy,
her naive concerto carried by wind.
She whistled and laughed, until sunset came.
Daylight flickered, an old forgotten flame,
and the blistering ink embraced the nooks.
Still no sign of raven, silence took hook.
But no, she's here, a whisper in shadow.
Amongst the leaves she forms a loving sigh.
"Darling Sunbird, I'm here, it's me," she coos.
In that moment, Sunbird began to cry.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
Scarlet tufted malachite sunbird
Ruby, emerald, sapphire
Feathered jewels take flight
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
#*
Iridescent wings, the butterfly sings
Purple sunbird, makes round trips to the marigolds, and flutters by the hibiscus
In moments of flight and being still
The wings sing a symphony mid air
A pattern of life and flight
As the eagle appears in the sky*
🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🦋
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 8:48 AM UTC
Some kind of force
Brought upon
By the wind
In a rare light form
as time captures
It's talent
Words aren't upon
It's balance
Inside the sunlight
A far away star
Abroad a earthly axis
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 10:16 PM UTC
Sunbird, what is your place in things?
I hear you well, but what is your plight?
Your thoughtless tunes leave me confused
I dream to live just as you do
Apr 16, 2024
Apr 16, 2024 at 8:02 PM UTC
I might start jumping in rhymes
and wave on my island
with luring calls 'love me
then I'll do the same'
but it is already happening
because you are coming
and you will kiss me lovelier
then I imagined, you will
be so sweet
like your words, your body
will make me feel who I am
your Honey Love
your honeysuckle do I want to be
I'll give you everything, come
my sunbird, **** me out
And don't let anyone say 'Dear Girl
you have beautiful dreams, you know
surely that flowers will wilt
and winters take a long time'
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 3:40 AM UTC
#*Tuning into the 90’s
Good old memories
And the sunlight
Messy kitchen
Overworked dishwasher
And the tales
Post the storm
The sunbird feeds
On the nectar sweet
Do’s and don’ts
Followed to the T
Time for a test ride
Circular the wheel
Life is a tease
Moves on and spins*#
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 12:49 AM UTC