life, poetry

Birdsong

I'm hiding behind the photo-shopped bush in my pajamas.
I’m hiding behind the photo-shopped greenery in my pajamas.

by Lori (L. Virelli)

 Outside my kitchen window today,
I heard that distinct birdsong.
I hadn’t heard it in so long.
It transported me to another time and place.

 Me, on the porch, writing in my journal.
You, by my side, relaxing ever so content.
Both of us at peace,
listening to the melody floating past the leaves.

 The bird ceased its serenade,
and I transported back here without you,
my cheeks saturated from tears.
Oh, that I could bottle that song. 

What type of bird might it be?
Why doesn’t it sing more often?
I sensed you so close,
I thought I heard you breathe.

 It’s been a long four years without you.
But, today I could almost touch you.
I sensed you traveling to me
along the route of the tune from the trees.

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18 thoughts on “Birdsong”

  1. Oh if we could only bottle that song which brings up memories of precious times. This poem is very evocative. Thank you for sharing it, Lori.

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  2. They never really leave us and sometimes — sometimes, they speak to us. Lovely theme and words, Lori.

    I did wonder about that strange looking bush on the left. Photoshop strikes again 🙂

    All good blessings,
    Eric

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    1. Photoshop is perfect for covering me in my PJ’s. Heh. And yes, I felt my boy on my heart speaking to me. Thanks for recognizing it, Eric.

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    1. Hi Charlie. I wish I could take credit for the porch. It was a little cabin we rented for a few days to get away (several years ago). Thank you for reading my poem and the nice comment. Blessings to you.

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