Rallentanda
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Poetry Jam : Haiku Horizons
little miss wren
heralds the arrival of spring
she sings in silvery tones
with some urgency
it is not the caterpillar
she is calling
singing silver notes
she warbles her heart in song
he does not hear her
he is not close by
her song is wasted on him
t'was last year as well
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Poor Miss Wren!
ReplyDeleteNo matter who the song was for, it was not wasted in its beauty and announcement of spring!
ReplyDeleteYou have got to feel sorry for her!
ReplyDeleteI echo that, poor miss wren!
ReplyDeleteaww...poor birdie..
ReplyDeleteIt's a little sweetie.
ReplyDeletehope she finds it in next season too......
ReplyDeleteWhat a unique take, Ralle!
ReplyDeletereminds me of ''the moon and sixpence'' ....dont know why ;
ReplyDeleteso beautiful and classical my friend !
I like a cheap trill. (Or is that a cheep thrill? I can't decide.)
ReplyDeletePoor Wren. Doesn't she know that the males prefer Tits?
ReplyDeleteLil Miss Wren is just too good for him who flits about nest to nest.
ReplyDeleteHaha! Loving others comments .... but really isn't the song enough sometimes, Miss Wren ? No need to muck things up with complications like bird romance and nesting!
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem, a little sad and introspective - just like the way I find Spring, which to me seems a rather sad season for some reason!
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