When lost in loneliness I’d been
For no one understood my soul
When only clouds of grey were seen
And darkened thoughts soared with no goal
When no more to this earth I clasped
And no distraction pleased my heart
The sense of life I had not grasped
When joy appeared an unknown art
T’was then you entered in my life
On angel’s wings so pure, so bright
Relieving suff’ring heart from strife
And rendering my burden light
Your gift was joy and playfulness
The present moment was your guide
To secret door to happiness
The key did in my heart abide
You entered it and showed the way
To free my tortured, weary mind
From past which on my soul did weigh
True liberation I would find
You showed me how to speak the truth
With faith and with simplicity
I learned with speech despair to soothe
Recovering integrity
I thank you so, my precious friend
Dear guide within the darkened night
My deepest love to you I send
Oh angel of most gracious light
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Oh angel of most gracious light
My deepest love to you I send
Dear guide within the darkened night
I thank you so, my precious friend
Recovering integrity
I learned with speech despair to soothe
With faith and with simplicity
You showed me how to speak the truth
True liberation I would find
From past which on my soul did weigh
To free my tortured, weary mind
You entered it and showed the way
The key did in my heart abide
To secret door to happiness
The present moment was your guide
Your gift was joy and playfulness
And rendering my burden light
Relieving suff’ring heart from strife
On angel’s wings so pure, so bright
T’was then you entered in my life
When joy appeared an unknown art
The sense of life I had not grasped
And no distraction pleased my heart
When no more to this earth I clasped
And darkened thoughts soared with no goal
When only clouds of grey were seen
For no one understood my soul
When lost in loneliness I’d been
Author notes
this is a real-life-love-story between a chickadee called garuda, and its human friend, maa ...
Chickadee's Wisdom Includes:
· The bird of truth
· Truthful expression
· Understanding the power of small things
· All aspects of attitude
· Use of voice
http://www.geocities.com/~animalspirits/index21.html
a Metered Mirror-Rhyme in iambic tetrameter and an abab cdcd rhyme-scheme ...
for more info about this form, visit my column :
http://allpoetry.com/Column/2191585
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Great!
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(Metered Mirror-Rhyme)- that is very neat. Beautiful words too, about how your sweet little bird brought such joy and redemption into your life. Isn't it amazing how the smallest, most seemingly simple things in life can be such a gift? And all we have to do is receive it. This is such a precious write. I know how you feel. I have relationships with my pets like this as well.
Birds are such a delight. I haven't had a pet bird for a while. I would like to get a pair of Turtle Doves, or Homing Pigeons. The wild birds in my yard are very tame because I have a bird-feeder and pond out there that they enjoy. They are a pleasure to observe and they truly brighten my days.
Thank you for sharing this lovely poem about your beloved pet bird. I loved this stanza;
"I thank you so, my precious friend
Dear guide within the darkened night
My deepest love to you I send
Oh angel of most gracious light"
I enjoyed all of it very much! The photo and the background graphics are very nice also.
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Thank you for your lovely entry, Josephine
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Very Soothing!
Depicts your love for Garuda and how much happiness that bird brought in your life.
Well written in an interesting form!
Be Serene,
Harrisham Minhas.
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thank you for visiting garuda !
and for leaving your kind words and generous applause on this page ...
maa
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Beautifully balanced poetry...
from a beautifully balanced mind and spirit. Lovely tribute to your fine feathered friend.
Lovely read my sister marion, Buddy
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thank you buddy
thank you so much for your visit and applause, my dear brother buddy ... I love your one-eyed cat ! she's a real treasure ... I'll just watch out that she doesn't get interested in garuda ...
maa
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I will never cease being amazed at the beauty of your mind, at the wisdow that you so briliantly put in poetical form.
The poem is so pleasant to read and to contemplate about - light like a feather! It made think of spring and of blue skies. I know it is kind of far off the topic - but the words are so sincere and pure that I really have no choice. Besides outside my window it looks like spring: the sun is just blinding and tiny sparrows had materialized out of nowhere.
The picture is so cute! I wonder may be it was her that whispered the verses into your ear, dear maa?!
Good luck in the contest!
Jan -
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thank you aleksandra
thank you so much, dear aleksandra, for your sweet words ... indeed, you are right : while I wrote this poem, garuda sat on my arm inspiring me the words ...
... and you are right about the spring and blue skies as well : the sky was blue when I wrote the poem, and the mimosas are blooming like crazy ! 
thank you for your presence, my sweet friend,
maa
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Ah sweet face and sweet bird I know. This is a beautfiul tribute to our feathered friend. If he had arms, he woudl lift you and brace you in his joy. I have a gift for you at the closing of the contest.
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so far for the anonymity
oops, just realized that you probably would have liked your contestants to stay anonymous ...
I guess I messed it up for this time ... beginner's mistake ...
I was actually not sure if my poem would fit the contest, since I actually wrote about the actual bird ... garuda seems to like her poem, she's hopping on and off the computer ...
eagerly waiting for the surprise
enjoy your contest, blessed lady
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Lol, maa!
Chickadee - what a teasing and provoking title and yet not a line! I'm intrigued...
Jan
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voilà le poème
and here is the poem that goes with the title ...
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maa
un clin d'oeil sans prise de bec
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Mes anges
M es anges à partir de mes songes
E ntrent en communion avec
S oleil et santé - ce qui ronge
A u vide est chassé par un bec
N iant le mal qui trop démange.
G rand est l'espoir au chaud, au sec,
E t main tendue qui maux éponge ...
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c'est la première fois que je reçois un commentaire avant d'avoir écrit le poème
this is the first time that I receive a comment before having written the poem
a truly inspired message ...
for which I thank you and "mes anges" (my angels)...
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