In the still meadow
A bird sat to sing a song
A tune unheard of.
It is national poetry month. A month of poetry starting with a Haiku. As part of the fun for this month, I thought I’d harken back to when I first started blogging and analyzed poems by famous poets, except this time, the poetry is written by me!
For Haiku’s, I typically start with a simple idea, an image I create in my head. The poetry itself is meant to tell a story since the word count and syllable count is so low. Rhyming becomes much more difficult, so typically I opt out of including it in the poem.
For this poem, it is meant to relax, a simple tale of a bird in a meadow. That is it. It is simply stating where the bird is, what it is doing, and the novelty of the experience. It has a hint that perhaps this is a remote part of the world, where man has rarely set foot or notes the beauty of the song itself.
To the Moon 
For “In the still meadow
A bird sat to sing a song
A tune unheard of.”
Allowing me please, by:
” A light from a house
Through the night in the wood
The owls make it weaken.”
I like the open imagination of Haiku type.
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