11 June 2018

Another Bird Poem







Listening to songbirds, I miss my cue to sleep.
Sunrise is still hours away, yet they call me
from out of solitude.  They insist I join them.

They lead me toward the sunrise skybright with moon
along earth’s pull.  First low, we climb above the roofs
effortlessly.  I cannot see my wings, but fly.

My shoulder blades grow strong against the density
of air. My eyes see further in upper layers.
Brothers and sisters lead me, altogether bird.

From height and speed, joy bursts till we descend and perch 
to sing.  Listen, Love, Listen, Love!  The birds proclaim, 
mouths open wide, flute puffs of sound. Move! Fly! Join in.

They sing for family and joy.  They sing louder
for territory and loyal subjects.  Secret 
royalty, they call.  Few hear and fewer obey.

Or maybe this is my dream fantasy, and they
are paupers rather than princes.  By night, by day,
I try but fail to see through their humble disguise.

They flick their tails and turn their backs. They fly. Stop. Sing.
It isn’t with your eyes you see, they seem to say. 
They glide along earth’s rotation through sky bright love.  



Inspired by Sherry's feature at Poets United 

Poems of the Week by Rajani, Sarah and Carrie





My blog poems are rough drafts. 
Please respect my copyright. 

© 2018 Susan L. Chast


3 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh my goodness! I love this so much i want to scoop it and add it to the feature lol. Too many wonderful images and lines to quote. My new favourite of yours......maybe of all time!

kaykuala said...

They sing for family and joy. They sing louder
for territory and loyal subjects. Secret
royalty, they call. Few hear and fewer obey

How noble are the birds doing everything for others yet remaining the status quo for themselves! Rightly so Susan! And worst, they are not given the appreciation that they should get!

Hank

Sumana Roy said...

"They flick their tails and turn their backs. They fly. Stop. Sing."...I think we need to do this sometimes. Love this poem.