In morning hear the blackbird singing
and though the skies are dressed grey
the sun behind the clouds is bringing
this morning with the blackbird singing
and can you hear how bells are ringing?
how blessed with smiles of spring this day
of glory with the blackbird singing,
when skies wear silver in her grey.
Frank hosts with us writing triolets with variations today at dVerse. My choice was to break a bit by using feminine rhymes as well as changing the repeated lines a little.
February 27, 2020
Very nice sound! I like the thought of wearing silver in the grey of that spring day.
Reading your poem got me humming that old Beatles song: Blackbird singing in the dead of night…’ Björn. I can just imagine a blackbird singing against a sky wearing silver in her grey.
You’re lucky if your blackbirds are singing. Ours haven’t started yet.
Beautifully done! I think I was too literal with the prompt….trying to follow it exactly. When it’s “smudged” a bit, the sense flows beautifully. I especially like the bells ringing as well as the blackbirds singing.
We’ve had a mild winter, but I am looking forward to spring and birds even if the skies are a little grey. I like the imagery here.
You ain’t afraid of no triolet; smile. This s excellent, brother. I really liked how you reshaped the refrain lines. I’m put in mind of Joni Mitchell;
There’s a crow flying
Black and ragged
Tree to tree
He’s black as the highway that’s leading me
Now he’s diving down
To pick up on something shiny
I feel like that black crow
In a blue sky.
I like the little twist in the final couplet – changing the line a little adds so much freshness. A lovely reminder of spring, Bjorn.
Glad you’ve found a hint of Spring, Bjorn. May the blackbirds and bells be harbingers of Spring to come!
I love how the lines all flow together.
Wonderfully composed. I was wondering the other day why the blackbirds seem to be the only bird out on wintry day?
I like how you made those changes, an interesting twist where spring still pushes through the grey.
Such a beautiful tribute to spring Bjorn! I am sure you are longing for it.
Lovely writing. Makes those gray days seem more bearable! Hearing the birds to me symbolizes Spring’s perfections.
Beautiful. Feels much lighter in it’s flow than my lines. 😀
I like that the repetition nevertheless feels fresh.
Nature is the best singer ever but only few people can listen. Such a nice post with a pure feel.