for Belle
In the garden,
There is a basin
On its pedestal
For the birds.
When the days turn sharp,
And it rains,
Red and yellow leaves collect there,
Making a strange dark tea.
The sight of it makes me remember you
And the time when no less wicked touch would do.
It makes no difference whether you deserved the love I gave you--
It was thrilling, and that is enough;
Because, my dear,
It's like you always told me:
A bird in dirty water
Sings just as beautifully.
________
For One Shot Wednesday
You are the lovely singing bird, Shay
ReplyDelete(ah, I remember that tea, those leaves, that chill...and miss them)
TOO Warm Aloha from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
Those last two lines are so powerful... what a proverb, Shay! This is succinct and cohesive, scattering fallen leaves all around.
ReplyDeleteand sometimes dirty is not a bad thing at all...smiles. nice shay! like how you begin and end in that bath...
ReplyDeleteSometimes, a dirty bird can sing even more beautifully ;-)
ReplyDeleteNow Shay my dear...that is a most beautiful proverb....keep singing...bkm
ReplyDeletethis was marvelous...especially the last two lines :)
ReplyDeleteWow! Bring on the dirty swamp water! This is wonderful, Shay.
ReplyDeleteWonderful piece, Shay. I have two of those basins just about to brew some strange dark tea.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Cloudia - you are the lovely singing bird.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful. I must say, I truly love the ending. So glad you shared this.
ReplyDeleteTeresa
Yes a dirty bird sings just as beautifully... perhaps even more so.
ReplyDeleteI had to giggle (which might seem inappropriate) because my Mom uses "dirty bird" when someone does something uncouth.
ReplyDeleteI love the leaf tea bringing a person to mind...
As always, Shay, I completely enjoyed :)
Worth my love and then moved on to say, a bird in dirty water sings as beautifully.. liked it so much...
ReplyDeleteॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya.
haha.. i don't know if it possible, but this sings straight to my heart it sounds like:
ReplyDelete'this is one of my favorites, but wait! would I be cheating on all the others??? read it again! do it again! see what happens...'
I know, I know.... a bit out of tune, but I hear that's how you like it ;)
Sweet.
ReplyDeleteTime to listen to the birds in the garden.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous poem!
ReplyDeleteThis one's for the birds - LOL!
ReplyDeleteI really liked the line about the 'strange dark tea' from the decaying leaves in the basin. I've often thought murky water looked like tea.
(And sometimes my tea looks like murky water)
Beautiful nostalgic piece.
ReplyDeleteI think that might deserve a pillow or a t-shirt!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful word picture, Shay!! Blessings!
ReplyDeleteLovely words and I love those last two lines...
ReplyDeleteThis has to be one of my favorites.
ReplyDeletewell played.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poetry, Shay. Always love when irony sings an inspired song of understanding poetic muse. You rock!
ReplyDeleteFound this wry, clever, ironic. Tender start to a tart ending. Enjoyed it very much. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteGay (@beachanny)
The music is always beautiful - each instrument has it's own song
ReplyDeleteOh Shay you always hit the right chord
moon smiles
Ah this is certainly beautiful. I especially love the imagery you've created of "Red and yellow leaves collect there,
ReplyDeleteMaking a strange dark tea."
The title is befitting, it provides a connection to the last two lines wonderfully. A great one shot :)
Thanks for stopping by and commenting on mine. Appreciate it.
a bird in dirty water...sings just as beautifully...i think that will become my new favourite proverb....
ReplyDeletethis was a great poem that i ma glad i had the opportunity to read...
cheers Pete
Oooh I love the imagery in this!
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