The First Song

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Written as part of Weekend Wordle #5 at A Prompt Each Day, which gives a set of ten words as inspiration, I’ve used all ten and Sunday Scribblings #79, where the prompt is “Garden”. Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, in their Transforming with Nature’s Wonders segment, asked to write a poem from the view of a bird, butterfly etc. and write about the picture given. This poems is from the view of a song thrush. I’m also sharing it with The Tuesday Platform AND with Poetry Pantry at Poets United. Image Source: Canola Field in Luoping, by Fanghong (Wikimedia Commons).

The First Song

Luoping

taking wings, I fly, my home is vast,
garden of gardens, love that will last;
in the sun’s warmth, I see jewels glow,
on the tip of leaves, a beautiful show.
through my feathers, a gentle breeze,
it kisses gold petals, the top of trees;
it traps a tuft of the gardener’s hair,
as it searches for stories everywhere.
the land’s daughters, carrying pots,
smiling as they work, worries forgot,
birdsong in the air, and my first song,
butterflies, bees, it’s where I belong.
deep into the hills, my journey goes,
first memory, this will be that I know,
I share my home, with rivers, streams;
to many, this is the home of dreams.

(© 4th July 2015)

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Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

110 thoughts on “The First Song”

  5. This poem is absolutely wonderful. It’s like I can see everything you see with a bird’s eye view. I smell the air – see the trees – it’s like a movie in my head! You did a wonderful job with this prompt! So glad this was the first thing I read today 🙂

  9. Lovely lines. ” land’s daughter’s with pots” awesome. It took me to the land. Looks like a land with no worries. Dreamland. Does such land exist now? I wish it does, somewhere.

    • I think it does, somewhere. There might even be such a place where we don’t have any worry, and that matters too. 🙂 Glad you liked the poem, Ajay.

  14. great rhythm all through. the images you have described above made me to go there right now. the poem was an invitation to the reader.

  17. We can often get caught up in thinking that the world and its parts exist only for OUR experience, forgetting that we have a role in the experience of others (like a songbird, per your example).

    • I feel that too, Donna. 🙂 I don’t get to be too close to it all the time though. Glad you felt the poem, and the thrush’s first song was beautiful. 😀

  40. What lovely imagery Vinay!!
    ” traps a tuft of the gardener’s hair”.. Gorgeous !!
    Reading this , I was reminded of Tan Twan Eng’s Garden of Evening Mists…

  55. I loved your poem for poetry sake, Leo. The words just settled upon that space between thought and tongue so well. Do you know what I mean?

    • Glad you loved the poem. I think so, but I’m not quite sure if what I think you mean is what you mean. So best, to clarify it now… what did you mean, Ninot? :mrgreen: 🙄

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