The Poetry of Brad O'Brien

Yes on occasion I am still inspired to write. I will share my poetry, new and old, with you here as I have time to transcribe it. Please enjoy and comments are always welcome.

Monday, September 19, 2005

BLUEBIRD (for MKW)

A Bluebird lit, upon my window sill.
And sat there prettily, for a moment still.
Looking ever to the south, east, west and back.
Not a moment to spare, my impression was that.

To catch it's breath, a moments pause.
Look while you can, but not for cause.
Then it glanced at me as if to say,
"I'm just a bird and cannot stay."

"Enjoy my company, the view a while."
"But don't allow yourself, that sweet denial"
"A great blue sky, tempts skilled wings, in which to fly"
"This is not my nest. Please do not sigh"

"I saw in your eyes a kindred blue."
"And so stopped to share, a moment or two"
"But the moment has gone, and so must I"
"Be free to leave, to sing, to fly."

A Bluebird lit, upon my window sill.
And sat there just, a moment still.
Then in a flash of blue wings rushing past,
a forever moment, in a forever, that never lasts

My cheek still feels, that feathers touch.
And though I long to see her much.
That Bluebirds gone, back into the sky.
Where I cannot follow, with no wings to fly.

And so without sweet denial, sigh
Expecting forever, is expecting a lie.
And now a memory, my only thrill.
When a Bluebird lit, upon my window sill.

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