Bobolink song

Soaring the sky for clues of a sign of the times...

Contrails of possibilities may lead to a place 

where peaceful melodies of long ago are still 

being sung by bobolinks of seasoned flights... 

Petals of bleeding hearts float in the sky as 

dreams become a carpet of butterflies with 

wings of destiny where one can contemplate... 

The stars are embedded in the atmosphere 

waiting for a reason to shine when night appears 

In the distance the Bells of Ireland ring and 

scents of heaven settle on clouds of laughter... 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

oh do i love your closing in Ireland ..just perfect for the romance and holding clouds ... and thank you for the Bobolink .. i had to look it up and listened to its calls .. it is so distinct i think i would recognize it easily .. a pity that they are declining in numbers :( i think your poem is strong ...in rhythm and form .. in imagery and inspiration ... contrails, seasoned flights, carpet of butterflies (Monarchs) embedded, reason to shine ..oh man just so many triggers for me ..so glad i stopped to read your poem Pat!
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear E.. you are a darling to have received so much joy from my poem Bobolink song.
Birds are one of the greatest inspirations and remind me of symphony orchestras with all their different sounds of beautiful music. Their colors and ability to fly and to discover romance is truly incredible. I appreciate your review which has me all twitterpated. truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahah ...i am so elated and floating free ...reading your poem and now remarks .. i listen in the world of birds mostly in the mornings .. wee hours ... i am very fortunate to live in the forests of the Ozark Mountain range and when i help the dogs in their performance of duties ....everything is all a-twitter ..tomorrow am i will hear it and think of you my friend ..such a blessing you are :) thank you dear friend!

[Patricia Wedel]

Dear E ... you are welcome... lovely to know... the best things in life are free.
truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Your writes are not just natural but heavenly. They portray wonder and shine here and over yonder. You chose specific things and places. Excellent...:)...............

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... there is heaven on earth. Unfortunately there are unpleasant places and situations. However, it is wise to enjoy the beauty of nature whenever possible. It gives us the courage and strength to handle the difficult times. I appreciate your complement and value your review. truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome....:).....................

[barleygirl]

I love your metaphor . . . gentle observations of nature meant to pose a question about the future . . . will it be positive (as symbolized in the beauty & peacefulness of nature) or not? I love your word choices in expressing vivid details in melodic terms. This is a question on all our minds, as the world seems to be teeter-tottering with great uncertainty & potential dangers.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Margie... the world needs poetry more today than ever. We need to preserve nature in every form.
More people need to realize how difficult it would be to survive without bees to pollinate and also birds drop many seeds to plant flowers and trees. No one will survive if we lose the help of birds and bees and many other species. Let us pray for the people to be vigil in fighting for our environment. truly, Pat

[barleygirl]

Amen, sista friend! (((HUGS)))

[Patricia Wedel]

United we stand; divided we fall.. Amen
Sister love 🎵💜

[Great Aunt Astri]

Creation is certainly something about which to wonder. Your words celebrate this in your contemplative poem. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all 'soar the sky' in this way! Thank you for writing this.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear aunt Astri... there are many answers in the Sky... we only have to believe... thanks for leaving your heart prints... truly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

The thought of a carpet of butterflies thrills me. Such a serene atmosphere you created with your words, Pat. Stars always have a reason to shine...I could almost hear those bells ringing and the laughter. Lovely write. LydI**

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydi... you can hear the flutter of
butterfly wings... when an angel sings...
and heather covers our dreams in lullabies... truly, Pat