Black Bird White (Kyrielle)

Lift me up. Hold me down. Keep me close. Safe and sound. ~ Rihanna

The day dissolved into nightfall.

A dove fell into raven night.

I slept beside a waterfall

feathering dreams of black bird white.

 

The smell of pines was in the air.

I touched the moon’s most holy light

and found my sisters sleeping there

feathering dreams of black bird white.

 

The river threaded into mist,

throughout the wood and out of sight.

I followed every turn and twist

feathering dreams of black bird white.

 

I watched the sun rise into flame.

All of the wrongs turned into right.

A gentle breeze, a sweet kiss came

feathering dreams of black bird white.

 

I nested into nothingness,

the magic muse of fancy flight

and melted with sweet tenderness

feathering dreams of black bird white.

 

A lineage of silent dead,

burning embers of stars tonight.

A little girl with arms wing-spread

feathering dreams of black bird white.

 

The Breath of Life spills into me.

The darkness is suddenly bright.

Guardians watch from every tree

feathering dreams of black bird white.

 

I taste the calm before the storm.

I have no fear of any height.

I am sheltered, well fed, and warm

feathering dreams of black bird white.

Author's Note

Reviews

[M]

Black bird white is an interesting description and it's choice for the refrain, doubly so, perhaps alluding to a darkness giving way to light after a period of unforgiving storm. It's a lovely form I have been introduced to before by a talented poet here and I applaud you for having the discipline to attempt and complete the form. Shadow will always give way to light no matter the length of the darkness, I have found. Just stay feathered and nesting until it dawns.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Makhabat. Your advice is well received.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing dance of words dear Linda. I loved the complete poem.
"I nested into nothingness,
the magic muse of fancy flight
and melted with sweet tenderness
feathering dreams of black bird white"
The above lines made me want more. Photo and words were outstanding. You made the reader believe and see.
Coyote

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Coyote. It's so nice to see you.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Linda.

[Relic]

To have such dreams as a child is comfort for the future. I think that's what this poem relates to. As though she can fly through any storm with wings of courage. There are no faults, no fright within the lines. Just a message in dreams for what can be.

Nicely done, with a rhythmic refrain. :)

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you so much.

[Stuart Munro]

You can make a Blackbird any colour you want , it’s the way you focus on life
Me , I’m not a poet critic , until I write something on here , then I am , but I’m unqualified in poetry measurements , stanzas metaphors , but your words make my brain think in a certain way when reading
Your poem , how can I say it’s good or bad , it’s just created for a qualified or unqualified persons reaction
Myself I enjoyed the reaction it caused in my body

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Stuart. I appreciate the visit.

[Carola]

wonderful descriptions Linda.
i like the refrain...a very suave poem.
cheerio carola

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Carola, all the way from Australia. Nice to see you.

[Ken e Bujold]

Absolutely a perfect 10 Linda.
a wholly hypnotic flight through the senses of what shadows, all their incarnations might be, that grabbed me from the opening line and just kept squeezing to the very end.

ken

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Ken. You are too kind.

[Tom]

' feathering dreams of black bird white ' .. such a sweet surrender, Shangri-La a place where the spirit is at peace, harmony and in sync with the universe...

a beautifully penned Kyrielle poem, magical, mystical visuals 🌼☘🌺

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Tom. I love that sweet little frog!

[AYVID N]

A dream like state and realizations dawning in it....that's how I related to your words here. A little girl, in a safe and secure, warm and comfortable place of light. No more filled with fear, no more dreading the darkness and ready to face any storm.

A Kyrielle, with its repetition, reinforces a recurring feeling and your words fill this form with so much beauty.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you so much, Divya. It's always a pleasure to hear from you.

[willweb]

Pure art. Beautifully penned. Reading this poem reminded me of a time I sat and stared at a valley scene painted by Monet. I didn't wonder where the valley was, I didn't think what inspired him to paint this, I just sat amazed at the talent I saw in the art displayed. Your poem was like that experience to me. But then again, your work always leaves me amazed.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Will. What a beautiful review. Thank you so much. I could say the same about you. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"I nested into nothingness" sweet line there.
in a sense I relate to this poem so much since I am 72 and have never really grown up.
A big part of me still feels like I am that young boy of 7 roaming the pastures in Vermont.
we are an accumulation of our years..and hopefully after so many have passed, we can still fly.
"Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly, all your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive"
Love this poem,
j.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Jacob. As we age, we still have that child within. Somehow, no matter how old we get, that inner child remains forever young.