I don't know why the blackbird sings.

I don't know why the blackbird sings.

A Poem by Chris Shaw

I don't know why the blackbird sings,
though I am grateful that he brings
to me a tuneful melody.

At dawn he greets me with a song,
while perched upon the silver birch.
He charms my mood with poetry.

If ever I should fail to hear
those soulful notes so sweet and clear,
they'll be no hope of saving me.

For I'll be lost forever more
where sounds of nature can't be heard
and all the garden birds have flown
and left me to eternity.

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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ah, "forever more"
"as i ponder weak and weary" although this is a version much more hopeful...this speaker is not visited by the foreboding Raven....this birds song is beautiful...and the speaker wants to hear more, live more...
Not ready to fly with the blackbird into eternity's cloud.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

How right you are. The blackbird's song is a melody for living. I can think of nothing finer than to.. read more



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Well Chris, you have left me in a quandary here. Shall I leave you to thoughts of prosaic song welcoming the new dawn, with grateful thanks to Mary Nature, which twitches the muse within into action, or tell you the harsh reality that its just Bill the blackbird letting Pete the pigeon know yesterday's football results? Oops, I mean, it's definitely the ma nature first thing I said. 😀

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Lorry. Mary nature does it for me :)

Chris
Lorry

5 Years Ago

That meant to say ma, but the forking predunctive toast chained it. 😀
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Ha ha. I quite like nature being called Mary.
I'm charmed, Chris.
This truly tells what nature is.
I love nature I won't deny.
It also makes me feel like a king,
Crowned by the greens of the trees,
the songs of the birds,
The colourful butterflies,
And the twinkling fireflies.

Nature is beautiful!
And be healer a man could have.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Kay. A response in a poem. I like that. Nature is always close to me. I appreciate your re.. read more
fine flow and rhythm Chris - and a lovely scene you conjour while asking your question - - blackbirds are my absolute favourite so could relate to this perfectly - - thank you.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Fay. The song of the blackbird has to be the sweetest to greet you each morning. Pleased y.. read more
I'm detecting some grammatical oddity within the last two lines, but apart from that, this is beyond words!! Well freaking done!

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you emipoemi. Your visit appreciated.

Chris
emipoemi

5 Years Ago

always a pleasure.
I absolutely adore this rhythm, I really enjoyed reading it aloud. I had a similar impression to Jacob, the song being life and you're not sure why the blackbird brings it to you. It is there however and the day you choose not to hear it would be a sad day indeed.
Lovely read, you've reminded me of a lullaby which I started to write about the birdsong which I will dig out!
Many thanks,
Laura

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Many thanks Laura. I really appreciate both your visit and your thoughts. All good wishes.
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Such a lyrical write....and a great take on "I know why the caged bird sings" title from Maya Angelou! Wonderful rhythm and rhyme. I liked it a lot. Lydi**

Posted 5 Years Ago


this is beautiful. :)
Most of my blackbird poems are depressing.
I like how this balances the light and dark.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Shows you how bad my eye sight is :) My phone screen is quite small and I can't see detail. Good tha.. read more
Papaya

5 Years Ago

Thank you! That feels really nice to hear, Chris.
:)
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

:)..................
I like this a lot it rhymes well flows well and I seemed to catch the essence that whelmed up in poetry this is so good and thank you of the imagery of a blackbird perched on a silver birch truly inspiring words that catch natures natural beauty and glad you were only gone for a spot is that correct English terminology?

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Kent for your appreciation of my blackbird poem. Yes gone for a spot I understood. Sometim.. read more
your soul full song to bunny's heart
such grace his ears you do impart
embrace so warm for his days start
in prose returns so thankfully :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Dear Bunny, I thank you for your warmth. It is felt. Have a lovely day.

Chris
The beauty of the blackbird song, endearing, intriguing and makes you yearn for living life more fully and wisely. As when we are gone from this earth we sadly are gone for good. And no more bird song to be heard. Only memories.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Dawn. The bkackbird's song is more than beautiful.

Chtis

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