Deep-rooted Bird

In that moment you realize you would do anything to help a bird fly with broken wings.

Destroyer of moons, sad songs in thy mind, listener of my thoughts,
              Begin I shall.

Daisies scents in thy air rebellious to shortfalls, you ought to be mine.

Indiscriminate picks of thy meadow with a strike of a night,

might be right to be drawn to laughter with a smile,
while it never goes out of style in generations to arrive,

In thy end I was unmasked in my days to come, in my days of hollowness,

 only seeing exotic flowers in infinite meadows,

To be reminder to keep pushing forward knowing I could live up to my destiny.

I only ask please don't flee from my songs that bring birds with flight.

To march along to see sprints of footsteps on thy soil of a bright yellow day,

 they say "I only hope to take this jump from the cliff to land in a blue-deep sea."

To only mark a ground and
unintentionally to leave a trace like a map,

to show how to get home from a sprint of footsteps as friends in thy end.

Strikes of thy night holding me fast and following along thy distance of forbidding past hurts in thy present lands,

Can't bring back yesterday and promising of hearing tomorrow's knights taking you for a ride. 

Away with compulsion to find tears on thy ground,

To glimpse before, a little run to thy great blue sea thinking of a day you weren't looking at thy sky,

To discover a bird with no flight,

 so discerning to see a little breathe barely holding on this celestial sphere.

To bring it back home through footsteps of yesterday,

To feel like I was changing the world for the better,

to nurture and see compassion in this hopeful bird, thy passion to fly with heaven's swings on thy trees,

Receiving memories,

being brought back to your childhood learning how to be a knight for someone

 or something in their runs of life.

Bringing a bird home to nurture it back to health and make disagreements disappear, making life happen just holding that hopeful bird everyday in the meadow,

  Where I can release it back into thy moment where flight can happen again without hesitations.

To later knock on this blue friend, who pretends to run with a ball hidden in arms then passing into thy open,

To feel something unfamiliar and in that moment you were happy,
Seeing a bird with broken wings and learning how to fly with it,

not only enticing life but entering one's soul.

A garden that will always need your care to ensue beauty so that it can entail exuberance, entail life

See through your eyes and learn how to leave sprints of footsteps on thy souls to mark a ground,

The same ground where you made a difference.

The tears left on thy surface to visualize what love can do for another that your love gave flight to a bird with no wings before,

To say, take your love as a bird who was once before a tear on thy ground,

only waiting for you to reach down and give a story to tell.

Author's Note

Sometimes we look the other way to be blinded by the sun instead of listening to the mind where it can direct you where to go, to places unknown.

Sometimes pain becomes such a huge part of your life that you always expect it to be there because you can't remember a time in your life that it wasn't. To say something feels wrong because of your encounter of a bird with no flight, to only give and receive your kindness fly into thy heavens of good deeds and seeds to plant for others to see as passing it along to make a change in thy world.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

lots of imagery and contrasts .. takes its time to arrive and the point .. in you closing 12 lines or so ... which i think is deeply contemplative and offers hard won wisdom .. kind of like in Judo or Aikido ..when pushed... pull .. when pulled ... push .. we must accept and "own" our broken wings .. they are part of us .. trying to reject or deny or run away from them will never work .. but when we embrace difficult experiences .. we are free .. that's what i get from this one anyway .. i agree with V ... use of thy may, at first elevate but does not stand alone .. use of a classic form like an English Sonnet almost forces archaic language .. the trick then actually becomes to write one using one's normal spoken words ;) deep and healthy wisdom .. the broken bird analogy works well for me .. might consider language use
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[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Thanks for your amazing reviews and agreeing to my side on the use of old and new together as a form of an poem style. Write how you want it and you release the broken bird to freedom yet a prisoner to it's pain and injuries serving as an analogy to relate to for all. But does call for kindness and love and healing can heal anyone with peace for the finale of life :). Your very wordy like that ... me and you have that in common haha. Thanks again :)

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha yeah .. i talk too much in reviews .. my life story lies in them ;)

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

That's a good thing anyway to keep things alive will sure do for anything :)

[V]

I like this sort of stream of consciousness, your positive attitude towards life but I have to criticize your mingling of ancient words such as thy with normal and modern words. It just doesn't seem to fit somehow. I either advise you to write entirely in a former language with all those old expressions or make it a contemporary piece leaving out those words. I hope you don't mind my straightforwardness. I like to give honest and constructive reviews.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I don't mind constructive criticism and I appreciate your review young poet. I'm an old soul so I use ancient words, but I'll take your helpful suggestion. Thanks again.

[V]

It's ok. Just personal taste, I don't like mixing up old and new.