tiny, yet noble in his royal blue jacket
he waits,
always high, strategically out of sight,
until
oblivious dialogues wax, then fade away.
harm passed,
he then dives and snatches a juicy jewel
for his
demure lady bird in-waiting, with his safe
return.
Today’s offering is a Waltmarie Poetic Form, which is a 10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their own poem when read separately. Odd lines are longer with no specific syllable count.
Sarah Southwest is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. Sarah says:
So tonight, let’s write blue. A splash of blue, an ocean of blue, a shimmer of blue. Gaze into the distance, or look down at the sapphire on your finger. Take us to the Blue Ridge Mountains or the Blue Lagoon. Hand me a Blue Monday cocktail, slap some blues on the juke box and let’s poem.
Update: attaching two old pics of bluebirds in my yard.
Tao Talk 
Ah, your bluebird in his royal blue jacket has stolen my heart, Lisa! Thank you for the splash of Buffalo Springfield, too. 😊
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So glad you like the little guy and the Buffalo Springfield 🙂 As I was looking for music I came across a poem by Bukowski called, “Bluebird.” Have you seen/read it? Have the kleenex ready…
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I’ll look it up when I get back from the doctor’s this morning.
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I love this, this poetic tribute to this bird in his royal blue jacket.
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Susan, thank you 🙂
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What a fascinating form….was not familiar with it. As I always say, I am always learning something new at dVerse. LOVE the image used here and the poem is just perfect for it. We are just back from 5 days with our son and his family in NC (first time to see them in 16+ months). Their back yard abuts literally a forested area and they have numerous birdfeeders….and a humming bird feeder on their deck. I so enjoyed early mornings watching the diverse variety of birds so your peom brought it all back to me 🙂
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Glad the poem reminded you of your happy family reconnection after so many months 🙂
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I have chickens next door, and watching them gives me endless pleasure. The Bukowski poem must be killer; i’ll look it up.
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That’s neat you can watch the chickens. I used to love watching them and how they interacted with my dog, Chauncey. They all played together.
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What a lovely poetic tribute to the wee bird of blue! Bravo
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Thank you, Beverly. They are very cautious birds yet also very loving to their mates.
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OK, I read the Bukowski poem. It is emotional, sad, and gritty; an essence poem for him; thanks.
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That guy who reads his poems gives them an extra oomph of magic, I think. Glad you found it, read it, and took something from it.
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I love your poem and the image.
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Sadje thanks! 🙂
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You’re welcome 😊
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I like the idea you created of the well-dressed bird patiently waiting until he can afford the jewel for his lady love. Nicely done.
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Marial, thank you very much.
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he is indeed a regal bird, nice one Lisa!
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Thanks, Kate. Hey, just an fyi, do you know that there is no way to comment on your posts now? I’ve tried on more than a few. Didn’t you say you were going to have a computer geek look at your settings?
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Sadly the geeks I know live a days drive away, so that hasn’t happened. Altho I finally worked out my microphone! I open comments for 2-3 posts each week but close comments other times … torn between blogging/retiring 🙂
When I do leave comments open d’Verse readers are light on …
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Kate, please don’t retire from blogging! (if that’s what you are saying.) I will keep trying to comment on your poems.
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much appreciated Lisa!
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I can see him. (K)
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🙂
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This is an interesting form, and you’ve used it quite effectively.
I like the character you’ve given him.
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Thank you, Ken.
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Love your little bluebird. They are wonderful to watch. Great poem. I have not heard the Buffalo Springfield Song.
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So glad you like the bluebird and happy to have introduced you to their song.
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Yes, a great post! My blue birds have flown the coop. The four eggs are gone and the birds are nowhere around! :<(
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I think bluebirds are very shy and I feel so bad they lost their eggs 😦
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Yes, me too. I forgot you already knew this!
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Charming. I love when you write about birds! Check out my cousin’s art, maybe do a poem!:http://www.billsamios.com/#/new-birds-on-silver/
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Thank you, Alexandra! I just went and looked through much of his portfolio. His work is amazing!
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I do love poetry about birds and the bluebird is quite cute.
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Thank you, Truedessa. I love birds and writing about them.
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What an intriguing form for this regal bluebird to fly onto the page! Enjoyed his visit! 💙
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Thanks much, Tricia 🙂 I love your blue heart.
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He sounds like the perfect gentleman. A beautiful bird-ballad of courtly love!
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He’s very careful not to lead anyone to the nest. Thank you very much, Ingrid.
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True story? Did you see the lady bird, Lisa?
❤
David
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I used to have bluebirds nesting in two of the four bluebird boxes — until the “trillers” came in and drove them away. Yes, the lady bird waits in the house for “gems” aka fat shiny bugs, worms, etc. Read more about the triller in a poem I wrote:
https://tao-talk.com/2019/09/03/dverse-art-as-inspiration-triller/
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What an amazing little bird!
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I miss bluebirds in the yard.
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A charming poem, Jade/Li. Love his blue jacket!
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He’s quite a charming little gentleman. Thank you, Susan 🙂
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A delightful picture and lovely words!
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Thank you very much.
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This is charming Lisa, beautiful pic and tune as well. I love the way the “theme” of your nlog lays out. Very colorful and engaging — captivating!
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Rob, so glad you enjoyed it, thank you.
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Such a lovely poem (a Waltmarie is new to me – what a clever form).
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Thank you!
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Lovely! I didn’t know blue birds were real! Thanks for the photo 🙂
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Jane, I am delighted to tell you they are very real. Further, I am delighted to tell you when I went out to trim scrub trees, I SAW ONE. I fixed one of the houses that was drooping on the rotting fencepost. I propped in the crook of a tree and secured it with zip ties about a month ago. I praise God for what I see as my poem calling the critter back. I hope the trillers leave this nesting box alone.
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I hope so too! What are trillers?
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I don’t know their actual name but they are very tiny birds with very big lungs and a very aggressive nature.
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Sound like bad neighbours.
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p.s. that’s not my photo, but I’m going to try and find an old pic and share it, and of course going to try and get new pics now 🙂
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Of your very own blue birds 🙂
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Jane I have added 2 of my pics to the post of the bluebird in the yard in 2016.
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I’ll go back and look 🙂
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They’re a bit like swallows without the forked tail.
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🙂
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What a lovely bird… I don’t think I’ve ever seen such colorful birds.
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There is a reason why they are the symbol of happiness.
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Loved it
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Thanks!
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