Saved By The Bird

Bluejay scree-jeer from deep

in the oak has been

guiding my daily walks, unseen.

But today, as I consider

love by the silent lake,

her mate answers

three fierce bursts

a red-shouldered hawk mimicry.

And at last he’s revealed

flying to her leafy cover,

framed in blue-feathered flit

of blazing urgency.

See me.

This is how we emerge,

shaking off the dark

dreams hypnotizing our dread.

Calling to each other from the green.

We arise from the captive seats

fronting the flimsy platform,

its shaky construction revealed,

the shoddy actors flinching from

our bright seeing.  The dominoes

— so long to set up —

in the blink of an eye


like fear

when love finally

embraces the shadows.

The doomsday invitation

flutters to the ground.

We grind it into dust, compost

for the rich soil

of our transformation.

Love’s the catalyst

breaking open the rugged terrain

of this perilous paradigm.

Changing the channel

at last, we heed

these seeds

planted at birth


even while the moonlit

nightmares handcuffed

and blindfolded our hope.

They can’t hold us,

they never could.

We open our hearts

and sing to our fellow dreamers.


Written for #OctPoWriMo Day 8, Love. And inspired by Moonlit, Rugged, and Silent




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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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