Saturday, July 28, 2012

I Tried

I tried, but could not
catch the bird whose song I heard
lilting through the leaves.
Stay and lie with me.
Let me coo, soft, at your breast.
Maybe, she'll return.

16 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Sigh. How beautiful!

Fireblossom said...

That is nothing but beautiful, Kelli. I kept re-reading it. It's perfect.

Heaven said...

Lovely MZ~

Brian Miller said...

mmm some nice sensuality in this MZ...cooing at the chest....nice...

Susie Clevenger said...

How beautiful.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Some things defy words on purpose, so we'll pause in awe of their undefined beauty.

happygirl said...

So relaxing. Soft. Gentle.

ShoeBox said...

The birds around my apartment have an awful squawk. There is nothing about it that says "coo" or "stay" and I'd be quite content if they did not return, but were instead replaced with your poem exactly.

turtlememoir said...

perfect! & fills me with longing...

Laurie Kolp said...

Sounds like a lovely morning...

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

Your words have a beautiful flow and rhythm to them. And no fat, just fillet. And i loved the gentle wondering at the end. An open door to an ending not yet written.
Rick

hedgewitch said...

I can hear the singing.

flipside records said...

I love your tiny poems. :)

This is a beautiful, vulnerable, tender poem ... especially this line: "Let me coo, soft, at your breast."

I like this line break:
"I tried, but could not
catch the bird whose song I heard"

It's almost like there's another layer here in which you're saying, "I couldn't catch the bird ... so you catch the bird for me." My brain thinks your second line is a commanding question.

ds said...

Beautiful. Thank you.

Mary said...

Perfect.

myheartslovesongs said...

breathtakingly beautiful!