The Song Bird

The Song Bird short poem

The little songbird sits silent,
Lost in the thoughts of sweet spring.
The last dregs of his warmth are spent,
As the final birds take wing.

The old gnarled tree cried to the bird
“Fly away dear feathered friend,
The last leaves of spring are withered,
And the bright flowers are all dead,”

“Nay! My dear tree I cannot fly,
Nay, I toil to even sing!
For someone has stolen my sky,
And I’ve lost my flights of spring.”

The snow fell through the dismal night,
And the tree slumbered within.
The songbird continued to fight,
For his heart would not give in.

Spring awakened the slumbering tree,
But the little bird was gone.
The world was a picture of glee,
But the tree was forlorn.

Oh! The songbird had pined to death,
But had left behind a song,
And thus bestowed his grief with breath,
That lived undyingly long…

This poem is part of the Poetry Book “Twenty Poems of Light and Longing: Rabbit HOLE calling

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Jay Krishnan

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Always wide eyed with wonder, prone to reveries and restless with an inexplicable yearning to create ever since he was a little boy, Jay wrote his first poem when he was six. He discovered the ore of his creative endeavors in the writings of his sister from which everything else originated, in attics filled with vanilla smelling old books, in savoring the classics and in intricate poems of Wordsworth and William Blake inlaid with rhyme…. His poems have snuck under editorial radars and appeared in global anthologies, magazines, newspapers and online journals. He also runs an idea shop called the Centre of Gravity, draws cartoons, directs animated short films and conceptualizes communication campaigns. All of which originate from the same artery of poetic longing that destiny charmed into his soul.
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What a beautiful poem I did so enjoying
reading very much


I love this poem. There is a hidden meaning within it. I see loneliness and hope in this piece. Nice.


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