Bleu

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I, too, have a bluebird
but no heart left to hold him.
I hear him sing of Spring and the final frost,
but the gaping vestiges and Yesterday’s
first day of Fall
lap at my shore of shame.

 

I, too, have a bluebird,
but no blue left in my veins.
I hear him chirp and furiously flap
beat those wings—thump,
thump,
tha…thump…

 

It’s cute,
how he wants so desperately
to give me life back.
I, too, have a bluebird, but no heart left to hold him.

© Grace Black

Inspired by Bukowski’s Bluebird poem listen here.

 

4 thoughts on “Bleu

  1. I’ve probably listened to this Bukowski poem around a dozen times the last couple of weeks. The bluebird in my heart just bummed a smoke from me. So there’s that.

    Really enjoyed your twist on this poem, Grace. Your ink is medicine.

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