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[for Poets United's Thursday Think Tank:
to write a poem based on or inspired by a quotation.
The quotation incorporated below, in italics, is
an old Chinese proverb]
A bird does not sing
because it has an answer.
It sings because it has a song.
The sun sets
unaffected by
its beauty.
The river's song,
it sings
the whole day long.
The morning dew
hydrates
both weed
and flower,
and everything
on earth
upholds
the sky,
and everything
on earth
upholds
the sky,
for all is
equal
in the
forest bower,
each living thing
essential
as you and I.
each living thing
essential
as you and I.
My song?
I sang
because
the music
filled me.
I sang
I sang
for joy,
the hope
that love
would bring.
the hope
that love
would bring.
In all those years,
I never once
stopped
singing
the song
that
was mine,
and only mine,
to sing.
wow, this is beautiful! I have often said I want to dance and now I'll add that I want to sing my song! Love this!
ReplyDeleteLovely, Sherry! You're so filled with the music of life that it spills giddily over to touch everyone you meet...:)
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful Sherry. I love the quote as well. Excellent choice and excellent poem. Thank you for visiting my blog as well.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful Sherry! :-)
ReplyDeleteNatural wisdom that many of us lose sight of. You, wise woman, never did.
ReplyDeletei loved the bird sang because it had a song... and true the song is none other's but its own...
ReplyDeletesherry, like old wine your writing gets more and more potent each day! :)
Lovely, Sherry. :-)
ReplyDeleteAs it should be, Sherry. A beautiful write.
ReplyDeletePamela
So beautiful; We can only sing our song, our praises, use our talents to make our songs heard!~ Loved hearing one of your songs~ xXx
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. True inspiration comes only when we let nature's beauty make an imprint upon us and fill us with wonder. The bird lets nature do her work and so it sings. We poets
ReplyDeletealso get inspired because we just take a second to look around. It reflects in your poem too.
ohh...this is so pretty...and i love the final sentiments --> "I never once
ReplyDeletestopped
singing
the song
that
was mine,
and only mine,
to sing."
niceness :)