Dat's the bluebird of happiness!
One has to have faith in that certainty. Very well put.Steve K.
I'm glad you have a bluebird in your heart - and that it will sing again, brighter than ever. Wonderful lines. Thanks for sharing.
An excellent metaphor for a trying time.
love the 'bluebird' in your heart. yes, it will fly againgracias
Great metaphor - awaken blue bird!
You and Buk's bluebird. This was beautiful and hopeful thanks,Mosk
I'm glad you re looking after it and nursing it back to life!
I bet it was a Superb Blue Wren. Avoid sparrows with arrows.
Am glad it will sing again...
I believe it will fly to the highest heights...we all need to rest before we soar
So the fluttering of our hearts are little birds in there after all. No wonder we feel as though we are flying when in love.
This is absolutely a treasure of a poem. I think I can hear its sweet hopeful chirping in preparation! I just adore this poem.
Beautifully poignant :)
Ach! That someone! I'm happy that the narrator kept the bluebird alive to thrive again.
Let the healing process bring joyMuch love...
aw...bless the blue bird...may it sing forever in joy....
Beautiful, poignant piece, Rall. Let it perch and rest on your shoulder for a while, free from it's cage, soaking up the healing sunshine.
Thank you all for these beautifully sensitive comments.Tis much appreciated.
There's a bluebird in my heart(sighing) Did you know the bluebird sings a beautiful song? Let it sing for it can heal the human heart...
Ah, bless that bluebird!
Dat's the bluebird of happiness!
ReplyDeleteOne has to have faith in that certainty. Very well put.
ReplyDeleteSteve K.
I'm glad you have a bluebird in your heart - and that it will sing again, brighter than ever. Wonderful lines. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAn excellent metaphor for a trying time.
ReplyDeletelove the 'bluebird' in your heart. yes, it will fly again
ReplyDeletegracias
Great metaphor - awaken blue bird!
ReplyDeleteYou and Buk's bluebird. This was beautiful and hopeful thanks,Mosk
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you re looking after it and nursing it back to life!
ReplyDeleteI bet it was a Superb Blue Wren. Avoid sparrows with arrows.
ReplyDeleteAm glad it will sing again...
ReplyDeleteI believe it will fly to the highest heights...we all need to rest before we soar
ReplyDeleteSo the fluttering of our hearts are little birds in there after all. No wonder we feel as though we are flying when in love.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely a treasure of a poem. I think I can hear its sweet hopeful chirping in preparation! I just adore this poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully poignant :)
ReplyDeleteAch! That someone! I'm happy that the narrator kept the bluebird alive to thrive again.
ReplyDeleteLet the healing process bring joy
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
aw...bless the blue bird...may it sing forever in joy....
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, poignant piece, Rall. Let it perch and rest on your shoulder for a while, free from it's cage, soaking up the healing sunshine.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for these beautifully sensitive comments.
ReplyDeleteTis much appreciated.
There's a bluebird in my heart(sighing) Did you know the bluebird sings a beautiful song? Let it sing for it can heal the human heart...
ReplyDeleteAh, bless that bluebird!
ReplyDelete