Briana Divirgilio

Rookie (5/29/92 / Brooklyn ny)

The Bluebird - Poem by Briana Divirgilio

the bluebird sits upon his pearch and looks into the trees, he sees a man a striding by
who suddenly drops desperately to his knees, the man a far seems so grotess his face so
aloof and gloom the bluebird can't phatom why he's possesded with so much abhorrence
and gloom,
the man a far lifts his hands and hums a plethora of monotonous hymms, he prays to god to enlighten his
life and wash away his sins. the bluebird watches with such bewilderment and starts to close is
eyes he invisions a time farback in time in which he so despised, his wife a blackbird a different breed tried
to tame him so, he was angry and in a quarrel with a long lost foe, the bluebird with such bitterness
and disregarded words said some racial comments to his wive martha the bluebird. martha now
taken aback by the racial slurs swooped away with there nest and was never to return. the
bluebird snaps out of his non nostalgic daze and takes peek down yonder where the man
now is crying and lying on the ground in which he cannot fonder, the bluebird knows something must be done to fix whatonce was broken, he thought about is long lost love and the agonizing words he once had

spoken, the bluebird took a leap of faith and down he rapidly flew to comfort this man
and bring him hope besides the agony he knew, the bluebird landed on his shoulder and kissed
him on the cheek and from then on the bluebird changed the man's life and stayed with him and transformed him from the meek,
now the old man lived a ways away from the meeting place back when, in a small
little village in a stone build house that was labelded number 10, the bluebird was always
welcomed inside but prefered to sleep in a tree, that stood outside in front of the house
which for him was a blessing that was meant to be, one morning the man was in his yard
raking the leaves as the bluebird was flying gleefully with the bees, the man stopped
when his job was done and looked up in the sky, to his amazement he saw a little
blackbird flying way up high, the blackbird seemed to be searchingly gazing to find what
she left behind alittle familiar bluebird that she discovered was o so kind, the old man
waited until she stoped and picked her up then brought to the bluebird's tree where martha the
blackbird was forever united with her love as thee....   


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 24, 2011


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