Birdsong

Birdsong

Delicate creatures with a way
Of creating a glorious sound
A chorus heard from bay to bay
 
No sweeter a sound to be sung 
From creatures without any lips
And least of all an unusual tongue
 
Before I speak my last word
Or draw a final breath
I pray to hear the song of a bird

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Laura is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight

For today’s prompt the challenge is to choose
AT LEAST THREE RHYME SETS
These are:- 
SPEECH/REST/BEACH 
ON/SEA/UPON
WORD/BREATH/BIRD
WAY/SOUND/BAY
SUNG/LIPS/TONGUE
-Write your poem as a rhyming tercet of 3 line stanzas
though a composite 9 liner or more would do just as well
- Strict meter is not a requirement but for an extra
challenge try pentameter (10 syllables to each line)
- You do NOT have to follow the ordered sequence
of the above
- You may reverse the order of the 1st & 3rd words
but otherwise keep the integrity of each rhyme set

Image by skeeze from Pixabay 

  35 comments for “Birdsong

  1. March 17, 2020 at 9:46 pm

    I am amazed how they make such sounds without any lips.

    • Christine Bolton
      March 18, 2020 at 8:10 am

      I guess their beak is the equivalent of lips 🙂👍

  2. March 17, 2020 at 10:39 pm

    Sweet poem and image.

    • Christine Bolton
      March 18, 2020 at 8:10 am

      Thanks Sadje 🙂

      • March 18, 2020 at 10:44 am

        You’re welcome

  3. March 17, 2020 at 11:44 pm

    Very nice!

    No sweeter a sound to be sung
    From creatures without any lips
    And least of all an unusual tongue

    • Christine Bolton
      March 18, 2020 at 8:11 am

      Thanks Dwight. I thought this prompt was a toughie! 😕

      • March 18, 2020 at 10:20 am

        Yes, I still don’t completely understand it!

      • Christine Bolton
        March 18, 2020 at 5:46 pm

        🤣 That’s funny Dwight! Sometimes I just can’t get my mind to wrap around some of them too.

  4. March 18, 2020 at 12:54 am

    ever so sweet, record their sound and get your family to play it … great use of the prompt!

    • Christine Bolton
      March 18, 2020 at 8:13 am

      Good idea. I was standing outside the house the other day and a bird was singing his heart out. So many different sounds. I looked up to the roof and there was the Mockingbird siting on the chimney stack. It was really lovely 🥰

      • March 18, 2020 at 8:19 am

        ah I’d have to fetch my camera … these are such beautiful memories that nature imparts 🙂

  5. March 18, 2020 at 1:24 am

    a beautiful final wish Christine, lovely form, you wrote this beautifully

    • Christine Bolton
      March 18, 2020 at 8:13 am

      Thanks Gina. I do love birdsong 🥰

  6. Vandana
    March 18, 2020 at 2:24 am

    This is so beautiful and I too would like to hear the bird song before I am gone forever..

    • Christine Bolton
      March 18, 2020 at 8:15 am

      It’s a lovely sound isn’t it? 🥰 Thanks Vandana ☺️

  7. March 18, 2020 at 3:57 am

    How beautiful. Great use of the rhyme sets.

    • Christine Bolton
      March 18, 2020 at 8:16 am

      Thank you Sarah 🙂💕

  8. March 18, 2020 at 6:28 am

    This is such a beautiful poem with a sombre ending tho. ❤️

    • Christine Bolton
      March 18, 2020 at 8:17 am

      Thanks Jude 🥰

  9. March 18, 2020 at 6:41 am

    The ever sweet birdsong, so beautifully captured by your words, Christine! 🙂💞

    • Christine Bolton
      March 18, 2020 at 8:18 am

      Thanks so much Punam. I appreciate it ☺️🥰

      • March 19, 2020 at 1:11 am

        My pleasure, my dear. 🙂

  10. March 18, 2020 at 7:10 am

    Really lovely Christine – and that last stanza is certainly something I would pray for. Beautifully said and you have made the rhyme sets your own with this poem. Thank you for joining in with the prompt

    • Christine Bolton
      March 18, 2020 at 8:20 am

      Thank you Laura. I enjoyed this challenge but it did scare me a little. Can a beak be the equivalent of lips? I hope so 🤣

      • March 18, 2020 at 12:05 pm

        I’m sure so as long as it fits the rhyme! 😉

  11. Beverly Crawford
    March 18, 2020 at 11:44 am

    Well, those lipless birds make sweet music, don’t they? I loved your poem.

    • Christine Bolton
      March 18, 2020 at 2:41 pm

      Thanks Beverly! Yes I love the sound 🙂💕

  12. March 18, 2020 at 2:17 pm

    Lovely. I feel the same way. I miss getting out to walk in the forest. But my husband thinks it is best for me with a defibrillator and allergies to stay in. I never thought to live through a plague, and I pray this one is short-lived.

    • Christine Bolton
      March 18, 2020 at 2:44 pm

      Yes indeed. I would not venture out right now for your own sake. I’m sorry about your health problems. Please take of yourself in these trying times 💕

  13. March 18, 2020 at 5:10 pm

    I would hope to never be there where birdsongs are no longer heard.

    • Christine Bolton
      March 18, 2020 at 5:43 pm

      Agreed. I enjoy hearing them so much 🙂

  14. March 18, 2020 at 7:51 pm

    Birdsong heals many a wound. (K)

    • Christine Bolton
      March 18, 2020 at 9:20 pm

      Yes, it is very soothing 🥰

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