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With Tears as I Write

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on April 1, 2025| 8 Comments »




Dear Charles Bukowski,
This morning when my student wanted to share a poem,
I was disappointed when she said the poem was yours.
I didn’t want to hear about whiskey and whores.
And there they were in stanza two,
but also, singing its way through the whole poem
was the bluebird that lives in your heart,
and Charles, I wish you could have heard it,
the living epiphany in her voice as she read the poem to me,
because she, too, has a beautiful animal trapped inside her.
She, too, realizes she can be too clever or too tough
to set that beautiful animal free.
And I fell in love, Charles, with her courage, yes,
but also with the honesty in your words
that winged through any cage
I might have put around my own heart.
In fact, I was shocked to realize I had a cage in place
with bars so stubborn they almost
kept your bluebird from flying in.
This began as a thank you letter, Charles,
but it’s also, I see, an apology.
To you, of course, and also to myself,
and most especially to that little bluebird
I tried to keep out. Look, now there’s a little
cup-shaped nest in my heart where that cage once was,
a nest woven of humility and genuine gratefulness.
And your bluebird now lives in me, too. I know you
wouldn’t cry over a bird living in the heart.
But Charles, you remind me, I do.

Love,
Rosemerry


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Two Days Before Spring

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on March 19, 2023| 6 Comments »

 
Without knowing it this morning,
I woke to the day
the bluebirds returned.
 
Every morning it is like this—
the chance to rise into a day
of unexpected blessings.
 
All afternoon the bluebirds weave
through the field, perch on the roof,
bob in the grass.
 
I marvel at how easily
beauty slips in to help me
fall in love with not knowing.
 
All day I feel lucky,
like a woman given
a truth so precious
 
not because she deserved it
but because she woke up
and met the day.
 

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Absence

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on March 25, 2019| 2 Comments »

 

 

The bluebirds return.

It never occurs to me to chastise them for leaving.

It’s what they do.

 

All day, I think

of their shallow wing beats,

their slow flight,

 

their bright blue fluttering,

and how easily, how instantly yesly

my heart rises up to meet them.

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