A Thing Called a Poem

Red breasted robin returned today;
followed by a rattling, rambunctious
red-winged black bird babbling
in tall rushes, tails puffed to seed.

Skies a sapphire shade speak of spring;
while tree buds are tucked tightly away
holding their breath, waiting to reveal
their packages of cashmere blooms.

Well known is early arrival can crush
and destroy a flourishing crop of fruits;
so are a poet’s words scattered across 
an empty page waiting, waiting, waiting.

Words gathered in a nest after long,
chilled winter; thoughts, inspirations
and musings ready to sprout forth
blooming songs from the poet’s heart.

Talking about poetry today…https://earthweal.com/
P. Wolf, poet & author

14 Comments

  1. memadtwo says:

    I love your analogy to nesting and birds, the changing of the seasons. Waiting waiting waiting…and then, magic. (K)

    Like

    1. wolfsrosebud says:

      Hatching a poem can be difficult 😉

      Liked by 1 person

      1. memadtwo says:

        Yes it can.

        Like

  2. Oh what a brilliant third stanza, so well put, so true!

    Like

  3. Sherry Marr says:

    I love this poem, especially your closing stanza….the nest of words, the songs from the poet’s heart. Wonderful.

    Like

    1. wolfsrosebud says:

      Thank you Sherry… I love how some words snuggle nicely in a nest 😉

      Like

  4. kim881 says:

    I smiled at the title, Patti; it called have been called all sorts of things, but we settled on ‘poem’. I love the way you explore inspiration in nature, and the wonderful sounds you create in the lines:
    ‘…a rattling, rambunctious
    red-winged black bird babbling
    in tall rushes, tails puffed to seed’
    and the comparison of spring’s arrival with ‘a poet’s words scattered across an empty page waiting, waiting, waiting’.

    Like

    1. wolfsrosebud says:

      Thank Kim… it was a fun write. I was stumped at first where to go with it to fit my style of poetry, but it work!

      Liked by 1 person

  5. Brendan says:

    Lovely! How deeply one senses poems blooming in the heart after a long wait. Those are the best songs … Thanks for sharing at earthweal – Brendan

    Like

    1. wolfsrosebud says:

      Thanks Brendan, a poem truly starts as a seed 😉

      Like

  6. Ingrid says:

    ‘so are a poet’s words scattered across
    an empty page waiting, waiting, waiting’
    Waiting for spring like the animals in anticipation. I love all of the poetic inspiration provided by the season!

    Like

    1. wolfsrosebud says:

      Thanks Ingrid, I’m such a seasonal poet

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Ingrid says:

        It is hard not to be affected by the changing seasons!

        Like

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s