Pretty Blue Bird

Through the air

From limb to limb,
He pursued his
Pretty blue bird.

But alas,
She did not respond
In the ways of love
Like he’d hoped.

One more try,
He thought.

But to no avail, he thought,
Finally giving up.

Sometimes, even in sadness,
Even in loneliness,
We must accept
What is
And move on,
Accepting we are not always
At fault or of lesser value

Just not the one

....yet.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

Love has many Venues... there was a Spring when Seven Bluebirds sat on Branches of our Tree''' it was an Omen of Blessings. softly, Pat

[Bare trees]

Thanks for the comment, Pat.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think that takes a reckoning to figure out that we are not the fault of a failed relationship.
Maybe our best wasn't good enough, or maybe our choices were misaimed.
But when leaves us alone...we are not of lesser value...
we just weren't on the same plane as the other....
j.

[Bare trees]

True words. Thanks for the comment, J.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

You must be more than a somewhat occasional observer of nature. I love the way you used the bluebird as a metaphor for the greater lesson of patience and confidence. I have a little crystal bluebird I keep on a shelf. It reminds of Spring. Great write.

[Bare trees]

I'm glad you liked it, thanks.