Tuesday, August 01, 2006

A song for a bird.

Out in the sun, he felt all alone
resting awhile; with a hope filled heart
he stopped at the window and pecked out the dust
peered and squinted
seeking his pair
helpless he looked
at the wall made of glass


David E. Patton said...

I did enjoyed looking at your pictures and reading your poetry. I hop to read more on my return vist.

Sarah said...

walls eventually will break for those who wait!

Nan said...

Those towers are amazing. Nice poem too.

starry nights said...

So true. walls that we can see through but dont allow you to go through.Nice poem

Colleen said...

Very nice poem - with a sad and serious twist. Nice picture too jac! :)

jac said...

Welcome to the window to my soul.

If you liked what you read here, come again; as I am delighted with your presence.

jac said...

immigrant in canada

Or at least a mirage will keep them going.

Haven't you written a comment about a mirage in this column some time back ?

My grey cells are rusted by age, but I still keep remembering that.

jac said...


Yes, it is true that it remains a towering wonder.

Thanks for the commpliment.

jac said...

starry nights

Time and again it was proved and proved right, Lalitha !

This poem is nice ?
Thanks :)

jac said...


Poems are sweeter to read with sadness, and with a twist you make it twinkle.
But I don't think that this can be called as a poem. LOL

Thanks all the way, colleen !

Saroj said...

jac, I believe we all have one or the other sort of glass wall around us, we can see through them but we can't break them.

I too think its not a poem just a thought, but whatever it is.. a nice one:)

Rose said...

"Never Again Would Bird's Song Be the Same"

He would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have had an influence on birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds' song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.

- Robert Frost

Got reminded of this poem..



jac said...


Yes, I wrote about a mask too, that we all have to wear, whether we like it or not at some time of our life.

If we try to break the glass, we only end up getting hurt like that bird that try and try harder in vain.

True, that it is just a thought that came to my mind.
Thanks for those words of wisdom

sophie said...

cute lil bird
lovely words....

Maya Cassis said...

wow...loved this one...so simple and yet containing a deeper message

Mindinside said...

Writing is a kind of silent crying of heart.
A song thats both beautiful & sad.
It has an echo for the one who cares.

Tell ur bird not to stop chirping
not to stop singing.
The echo can be heard...
The little she bird hears the echo even with that wall made of glass.

jac said...


That was an apt & timely quote
stirring memories you brought

:)Thats mine

Now let me quote some one

"A robin redbrest in a cage
Puts all heaven in rage"
-William Blake-

and a chinese quote says
"A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer; it sings because it has a song"

Thanks, rose ! for those lines.

November Rain said...

if he could with humans talk
what would he say
instead of the tweet or squawk
what would he share today

Natasha said...

wonderful poem. And thanks for stopping by my blog, appreciate it!

Inji Pennu said...

Sorry to post here,

Dear jac,
If you have a cook, then you cane make some dish with the vegetable or fruit from your garden, right? And post a pic of your plant and your dish. If it is something Nigerian, it would be sooo great!
It is not about the recipe,it is about making your own food.

Even our dear Sarah has grown a bean plant and is ready to post.
Check her cooking blog!

pinney,enikku oru maangaatholiyum ariyilla ennu paranjathu njaan vaayichu ketto.!!! vecchittundu..!!

Do you know to read Malayalam?

aklanta said...

Hey, that's a magpie robin...when a child, i tried my best to whistle like them...never succeeded (!)

I love Munich said...

Lovely poem Jac! The birdy found an obstacle ... now it has to work to overcome it! That could me a message ... right?

samuru999 said...

Wonderful poem!
Loved it and the the beautiful birdy!

Dotm said...

Jac, I have a puzzle for you.
If I take a picture of my lilac bush thru the window it comes out clear, but I find it much harder to take a picture of birds thru the window. They never come out very clear. I suppose it could be their motion while the picture is being taken, but sometimes Ii don`t see any movement from them while I am snapping the picture.
Cute bird. I love watching the birds that come to my different feeders. I also love it when I try to mimic their sounds and they seem to be replying to me. This sometimes goes on as long as I keep replying back.

jac said...


birds neglected
words regretted

Thanks for coming.

jac said...


Yes, just like your name...so simple, yet it conveys a message about our life, reminds us that it is all a mirage.

Delighted to add you here.

jac said...


You have beautifully expressed it!

That is why Gibran said

"Poetry is not an opinion expressed.
It is a song that rises from a bleeding wound or a smiling mouth"
-Gibran Khalil-


let them be chirping
let them be singing
an echo is made
from a sound forbade

jac said...


He would sing, and as well write a poem as beautiful as you do.

novy, When you are here, people know you are here. :)


jac said...


Welcome to the window to my soul and thank you for gracing me with an encouragement.

And I am sure the I will see you again, Natasha !

jac said...


I think that if I cook and post in your green blog project, I will be a laughing stock there in addition to making you one, for inviting me.

But let me see, if I can convince my cook to part with some of his recipes.

What is so special about Sarah ????
She can do anything, as she is a 'marankeri saramma'

Sarah arriyanda, gnan avideyum poyi recipe moshtikarundu.
Avalodu mindalle !! entammo ! enne kollum !!!

Ingipenninellam ariyam ketto ! Parakkum thalika pole, sarva vyapiyanennu gnan arinjilla ketto ?

Eee pennungal ellam kantharikalanello !

I can read the old ‘lipi’ only.

jac said...


I was under the impression that the bird was a black scrub robin from my bird book.

But when you say its magpie, then that is it. I am no ornithologist.

I identify them by reffering a 'Collins field guide of the Birds'

Yes, it whistles beautifully while moving its white specked long tail.

What you see in the pic is while he is sitting on the stem of my wild cherry.

jac said...

i love munich

Yes, the obstacle being a wall of glass, transparent yet impregnable for a bird.

Thanks for the compliment.

jac said...


Thanks for the encouragement.

It is 'magpie robin' as per aklanta.

Delighted to add you here.

jac said...

I don't think the clarity factor is due to the motion of the object.

If your camera is digital, then there must be an option in it while taking pics through a glass pane. I do take pictures thrugh glass often, but it has not given me any problem so far.

Check out the option and do it again.

The bird is a beautiful Robin.

Sure, it will listen and reply if you whistle.

Thanks for the comment, dot.

Keshi said...

beautiful..cos it's usually the bird that sings to us...but u singing for a bird is a beautiful thought.


m.reza said...

one of your best. loved it Jac, loved it.

jac said...


Welcome to the window to my soul.

The poor fella sing all through the day as long as he lives, at least a single day, somebody has to give him a break.

I hope to see you again.

jac said...


OMG !!! Aren't you joking. It has to be...
but delighted and flattered too.

Keshi said...



Dew Drops said...

hey jac. its just that my connectivity here is pretty bad plus i am caught up with a hectic schedule. whenever i get time, i do visit. but don't usually comment. especially i am big dumbo wen it comes to poems. just don't understand.

keep posting and thanks for the kind enquiry. ;)))

Neers said...

thanks Jac... for that beautiful poem at my blog! :)

and this one is, well, insightful! :) and KL definitely is beautiful

jac said...


Yes, it is.

jac said...

dew drops

Thank God !
I am relieved and thank you for responding.
It is not important if you comment or not...it is your well being that matters.
And mind you ! that it is not a poem at all.

jac said...


That is my silly thought, that comes out at times.

Enjoy your vacation.

hellbunny said...

Mabe he'll have some luck and the glass will break.

jac said...


May be it will not break too.

V N said...

its all a mirage, when one comes to think of it, at times!
nicely penned!


jac said...


A mirage to reckon
A mirage worth a beckon
A mirage that threaten
A mirage; but chosen

Could that be this way ?

Thanks for the visit and your insight.

Sreejith Kumar said...

Hmmmmmm..... that was cool, especially the last line! A matching picture for 'him' too!

jac said...


Thanks buddy