Posted by: Ron DuBour | June 3, 2015

The mood of a bird~by Yassin Sbai


 

 

The mood of a bird

Sometimes the bird

Somewhere perched

Sings sings

 

In a morning hour

Or evening hour

At dusk, at dawn

During the day

During the night

 

No urge no spur

Just the mood

Of singing

 

And then sometimes

No taste to utter a single tone

 

By the lake

Sought a willow tree

With roots sunken in

Damp earth and grass

 

With a generous shade

Clang to its elastic bough

Silently gazes at the lake

 

For an hour

For a day

For a month

Or more

 

Then suddenly

Unexpected

By itself

The dried source

Or the silent fountain

Revived

 

Melodic tunes

Start flowing again

 

It is in its veins

It is just hidden inside

 

CR Sbai Yassin


Responses

  1. I enjoyed your poem about the birds singing.


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