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.
If I had stayed, where would I be?
Would my life have been an Ocean, my joy from the sea?
Or would flowered meadows have grown dark?
Devoid of life, lost of spark?
If I had stayed, would you have cared?
Or would I have been left, forgotten, to the creeping night?
Entombed, exhausted, succumbed to your inescapable blight.
In the meadow, the birds sang
Golden hues bathed crimson flowers
The river whistled, water playfully splashing
A foot stepped, and trees began to sprout.
In the forest, the sun hide and the trees left echoes
Dirt cushioned each step, and the moss turned to greet the visitor
And when night fell, the fire flickered.
A blue hue began to take hold,
The universe revealing itself in all it’s cosmic glory.
Stars sparkling speaking of past events.
If there ever was a way to travel through time,
It was here…
For a moment,
Time stood still. No motion. No control. Only a spectator left to wonder.
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