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Friday, March 4, 2011

Only Mine To Sing

[image from google - quick-good-fortune.com]

[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,
for all is
equal
in the
  forest bower,
each living thing
 essential 
as you and I.

My song?
I sang
because
the music
filled me.
I sang
for joy,
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.

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11 comments:

  1. Judy RoneyMarch 4, 2011 at 3:52 PM

    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!

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  2. Lynette KillamMarch 4, 2011 at 6:18 PM

    Lovely, Sherry! You're so filled with the music of life that it spills giddily over to touch everyone you meet...:)

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  3. PeggyMarch 4, 2011 at 7:50 PM

    How beautiful Sherry. I love the quote as well. Excellent choice and excellent poem. Thank you for visiting my blog as well.

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  4. SusannahMarch 5, 2011 at 4:35 AM

    So beautiful Sherry! :-)

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  5. UnknownMarch 5, 2011 at 5:23 AM

    Natural wisdom that many of us lose sight of. You, wise woman, never did.

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  6. UnknownMarch 5, 2011 at 6:51 AM

    i loved the bird sang because it had a song... and true the song is none other's but its own...

    sherry, like old wine your writing gets more and more potent each day! :)

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  7. Paul Andrew RussellMarch 5, 2011 at 8:18 AM

    Lovely, Sherry. :-)

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  8. flaubertMarch 5, 2011 at 2:46 PM

    As it should be, Sherry. A beautiful write.

    Pamela

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  9. EllaMarch 5, 2011 at 5:22 PM

    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

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  10. madhumakhiMarch 5, 2011 at 8:38 PM

    Beautiful. 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
    also get inspired because we just take a second to look around. It reflects in your poem too.

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  11. LisaMarch 13, 2011 at 2:43 PM

    ohh...this is so pretty...and i love the final sentiments --> "I never once
    stopped
    singing
    the song
    that
    was mine,
    and only mine,
    to sing."

    niceness :)

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