Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Little Brown Bird

She sings
to still the wind
and stop
her brittle branch
from swaying.

A little brown bird
who strayed
from southern routes
and stayed
near home.

I cup my hands
and call,
"Come!
I'll nest you through
the winter."

But little brown bird
prefers
to brave the wind
and sing alone.

For Open Link Night at dVerse

36 comments:

Claudia said...

there are some of those birds out there who think they can make it on their own..maybe because they are afraid a warm hand would cut their freedom...

Daydreamertoo said...

Awww... we had a drive through meal as a treat tonight and after having nearly 2 feet of snow and minus 15c temps (-25 with the windchill) I saw a poor crow sitting on a powerline all hunched up and said to Chloe that brid looks sick, she said, it's just cold. It does make me wonder how the heck anything survives this cold and yet, they do somehow.
Hope your little bird does too. Lovely piece.

Fred Rutherford said...

Really like this, especially last two stanzas a lot. The way you only refer to the bird as little brown bird I find a very nice touch, and in that final stanza, the keyword for me is prefers, which you isolated as its own line. very nicely done. Thanks

ab said...

This is full of sweetness and longing. Happy V Day MZ!

Fireblossom said...

I read this five times. It's blue, and not, and one of your best, I think.

Steve King said...

So well formed and compact. Terrific metaphor. Great emotional ending. Every stanza provides a strong image. Excellent piece

hedgewitch said...

Very nice indeed, MZ. Birds are brave things.

Sylvia K said...

One of your best and I do love it, MZ!! You do have a way to saying it!!

Sylvia

Caty said...

poor sweet stubborn "bird". this was great MZ

Brian Miller said...

you know there are some that are not meant to be...it is hard to accept even when we try to make it as appealing as we can...

Anonymous said...

Human hands, even well-meaning ones, kill little brown birds singing to stay warm and stop the way on their own.

~Shawna
rosemarymint.wordpress.com

Tara R. said...

A brave little bird.

Heaven said...

and that is the choice of some people...we just have to let it go ~

nice write MZ ~

Cressida said...

I'm with the little brown bird.

Laurie Kolp said...

Amazing, MZ...

Charles Miller said...

Brave bird, willing to be alone. Is it sorrow that keeps her away, a terror deep inside her body? If only she sang a song we could understand like we do her desire for freedom from care, strong in her will to survive.

Jebbi said...

OMG loveee this....those wings mean something....beautiful.

Pat Hatt said...

The bird has the want to do it on it's own and I guess all we can do is watch at times.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

As I love birds, I adore this poem - just lovely! I was especially caught by the first stanza......and the last. One of my faves of yours, kiddo.

darkangelwrites said...

A helper always wants to help. The needy do not always heed. Perfect metaphor.

ds said...

Some birds just have to keep singing...

Susie Clevenger said...

May it continue to sing...a lovely piece

myheartslovesongs said...

"She sings
to still the wind
and stop
her brittle branch
from swaying."

the magical power in the desires of such a tiny creature...

your words are perfection... each line, each stanza, the entire poem. amazing, MZ!

janaki nagaraj said...

It is a sweet song.

Brendan said...

I live in Florida, but it gets occasionally cold here enough to make me wonder how the wildlife survives winter, and why some remain even against their own biology. I've read that humans flourished in much colder climates -- as if there is something to that fierce challenge that brings something greater out in us. I was a lone wolf drinker, and nothing much good could be said of that, but solitude was my pelt and salvation even against the winter of my mind. It remains, and I have great affection for those who work in solitude, who fare on like your brown bird. Fine stuff, MZ. - Brendan

PS Sorry to go on, but this also reminded me of seasons of the soul and a poem by Wendell Berry titled "Setting Out':

Even love must pass through loneliness,
the husbandmen become again
the Long Hunter, and set out
not to the familiar woods of home
but to the forest of the night,
the true wilderness, where renewal
is found, the lay of the ground
a premonition of the unknown.
Blowing leaf and flying wren
lead him on. He can no longer be at home,
he cannot return, unless he begin
the circle that first will carry him away.

happygirl said...

This was so sad and sweet. Little brown bird... so much more poetic than sparrow. I liked this one a lot.

oceangirl said...

Beautiful narration, and yes a little sad. I pray the bird will find warmth of another bird.

Robert Gibson said...

Lovely piece MZ ....

I know some little brown birds that would rather face the wind alone than be vulnerable to hurt...

Kerry O'Connor said...

Everything I love in a poem (and in any given day)a little brown bird and someone who notices its presence. Perfect.

Arron Shilling said...

i love because i cant make my mind up if i want to be brave the wind alone (great line) or be nested thru winter - you tap my spine :)

Buddah Moskowitz said...

This was so great - you captured my love and wonder for these little lost winter birds.

Beth Winter said...

It seems to me that freedom doesn't have a trade-off, not even warm hands on a cold day. Wonderful.

Beachanny said...

Birds are interesting for sure. Sparrows hop and not usually towards you. Crows prefer a flock. But a brave bluejay will dive bomb anything. They are hard core! Coool poem!

junesanjuan said...

this conjures up feelings of raising children, watching them grow and mature, and letting them go...it's gut wrenching to sit and let them be...but it would be even worse to keep them close and never watch them grow... lovely read :)

Bar None Publishing Group said...

Praise to the little brown bird who goes at it alone and tells the others to flock off.

Cheers,

Mark Butkus

Helen said...

Bar None's comment is priceless! Little Brown Bird reminds me of me. Nice write!!