Tuesday, April 15, 2008


I finally told someone about you.
I said your name out loud.
I whispered it into the universe....
and I told my closest confidante.

It made us real.... not a figment of my imagination.
Not a secret to hide.
It felt good.

But when I got home, you were gone.
And it made me sad.

But now someone knows about you.
They know you came and perched on my windowsill,
even though it was only for a short while.
They know that somehow you made me believe that I'll fly again...
that I may be able to find my song again.
And that's how I know you were real.


June said...


photowannabe said...

You are a master with words Blue. This is beautiful. Thanks for letting us see an intimate part of you.

colleen said...

Have you been visited by the blue bird of happiness?

Moi said...

beautiful, evoactive words, as always :)

Beth said...

What a lovely poem, Blue. So hopeful--I do pray you find your wings again soon.

Theresa said...

These words seem to speak for me.

Halfmom, AKA, Susan said...

Thank you for these words - they are an encouragement and an exhortation to not "despise the day of small things"

bluemountainmama said...

thanks everyone... for the kind words.

colleen- something like that. although at first it seemed more of a bluejay... a little strutting, arrogance, feather fluffing. :)

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