It was never the spring
in itself
causing the blackbird to sing
but a lingering breeze
from the west,
bringing bending of boughs
and burst to the buds,
that brought its song to the sky.
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April 18, 2019
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On the White Album it was blackbird singing in the dead of night.
I like all the “b” sounds. It is good to hear the blackbird’s song.
As I started to read this poem, Björn, a blackbird was just finishing its evening song before retiring. Now all is quiet until tomorrow, when we should have another glorious sunny day. What a wonderful poem! I love the burst of song and buds.
The song of the blackbird is the best you can hear… it’s too dark here now… but I’m sure it will sing tomorrow.
A tiny gem, brother, with internal rhymes and solstice soul. I like the Joni Mitchell blackbird the most, the Beatles second.
I agree with you. The blackbird has the loveliest song. The nightingale’s is more varied, but the blackbird’s is fruity and fluting and symbolises summer.
This is beautiful. I don’t know if I’ve ever heard a blackbird. We have a lot of crows near us, which is decidedly not the same. I’m not sure “sing” could be properly used to describe what crows do.
Oh… the blackbirds in Europe has a lovely song…
Yes! The song of bending buds, bending boughs, and the joy of song.
What fun alliteration!
Oh, what a lovely verse this is Bjorn!
Your poetry shines light where darkness is routine. That false expectation that just because the label is here should be cause for celebration, when that isn’t it at all. ❤
A beautifully simple piece. Birdsong is my favorite part of spring. 🙂
This is lovely, Björn!
We don’t have them or Jane’s nightingales here. I just found a video of a blackbird singing. I found they’re a type of thrush (our robins are in the same family).
Beautiful compact poem, Bjorn, love the first two lines , in particular. JIM
Oh I love this! ❤️ The blackbirds have the sweetest song of all! 😀
The red-winged blackbirds have been frequenting my bird feeders, Bjorn. Your poem is a gentle, thoughtful breath of fresh air!
Nice spring poem. 🙂
I had it be a redwinged blackbird. Then it made perfect sense. Perfect.
Birds don’t need anyone to tell them about the change of seasons. (K)
And… it makes us sing as we too welcome spring!
I have some red-winged blackbirds around here and they sing a wonderful song and are surely a sign of spring. I think they sing in a slow slurred whistle. I enjoy any bird-songs 🙂
This is so beautiful, and the accompanying photo.
(A comment of yours was accidentally deleted from my site. Sorry about that.)
Interesting switch. Nicely done
This poem is a burst of spring. I especially liked this line,
“bringing bending of boughs.” Nice alliteration.
bringing bending of boughs
and burst to the buds,
aaah. this poem is as sweet as spring!
I love how we always strive to explain, in a way, what makes the birds sing. I loved the image of “bursting buds”.
A perfect capture!
Just listened to “..blackbird has spoken like the first bird..” and then I came across your beautiful poem. And then, just now I looked up “alliteration” and this is what it said: the occurrence of the same letter or sound at the beginning of adjacent or closely connected words.
“the alliteration of “sweet birds sang””. My! Synchronicities are happening! Thank you Bjorn.
I love the contemplation. There is a calm in this making me think beyond the obvious. Very nice, Bjorn.
Great brief poem Björn! That bendin’ and burstin’ is finally underway here in the Pacific Northwest – thankfully!
The depth in this is sublime.
I love how you capture the complexity of spring so simply in these lines.
Your poem is as lovely as the song of the blackbird – melodious and serene. Use of alliteration in your poem is brilliant. While reading your poem I also played this YouTube video (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EB1lgjg9e4Y) and I just feel so peaceful.