for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

Heart on wings (One Shot Wednesday)

Stone on my steps,
is it? But a sparrow
side-lain, staring

ending a flight quite swift
arrow-taut toward water
that fooled its foolish heart.

How could pea-eyes
know traps between air
and sky could seem nothing?

Tiny hearts spurt sighting
their longing–to a sweet sparrow
wings on water.

Flitting straight on,
heart on wings
the water a beak within–

except that glass
is also water.

I am posting this poem for One Shot Wednesday at the One Stop Poetry blog.
Join us – throw in your verses. Here are the rules (taken directly off their blog):
1. Write a poetic piece & post it on your blog
2. Then let us know about your post. Link back to One Shot
3. Sign up in the Mr Linky list, linking directly to your post, AFTER you’ve posted it.
4. Go visit others who have signed up! Offer support & encouragement. Share your love of words and insight respectfully. Please try to visit as many participating poets as you can. We all could use and appreciate kind feedback.


December 8, 2010 - Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , ,


  1. This broke my heart … and I am pretty hard-hearted. 🙂

    When my son was 5 a bird crashed into one of our windows and died and he took it on himself to bury it without even telling anyone … I came outside and found him busily digging away with a huge spade and a very solemn expression on his face. He hadn’t wanted to tell me because he knew I’d be upset … what a sweetie.

    Comment by Melissa Allen | December 9, 2010 | Reply

    • Thanks for finding your heart in this little piece, one of my most treasured poems. And I love this anecdote about your son’s soft heart and how he felt like a big man trying to shield you from the hurt he felt about the sparrow. How sweet indeed!

      This poem is a retelling of a morning in Baltimore where I used to live half of the year. I really almost stepped on the poor thing right at the glass door. Our apartment, an almost-century old building, looked right on to the inner harbor. And the gleam that bounced back to the glass walls enticed not just this one sparrow as the doorman told me but a few others. Some recovered and flew right back up but a few like what I saw didn’t. He would later sweep it under banks of leaves.

      Thank you again for sharing your feelings!

      Comment by alee9 | December 11, 2010 | Reply

  2. This is simply wonderful. I feel you have truly captured the essence of a sparrow’s existence with your words here. Just beautiful. 🙂

    Comment by Tony Single | December 9, 2010 | Reply

    • Thanks for you kind words, Tony! I sometimes feel like my existence is no different from those of sparrows, taking flights of innocence that could lead us to the unexpected. But it is then, when poetry takes over.

      Comment by alee9 | December 11, 2010 | Reply

  3. Very sweet picture of these tiny hearts and yet there is an under tone – fooled, trapped
    great symbolism in those words

    thanks for sharing with One Shot


    Comment by moondustwriter | December 9, 2010 | Reply

    • I love how you find the symbolism that works, Leslie. Thank you!

      Comment by alee9 | December 11, 2010 | Reply

  4. Nice one shot. Love and Light, Sender

    Comment by SenderUpWords | December 9, 2010 | Reply

  5. a wonderful share..cheers pete

    Comment by pete marshall | December 9, 2010 | Reply

    • As always from you, ‘heart-lifting’ words! Thank you, Pete!

      Comment by alee9 | December 11, 2010 | Reply

  6. Nice piece, tender hearted wee little ones… well done.

    Comment by Reflections | December 10, 2010 | Reply

    • Thank you! Those “wee little ones…”, I’m finding more and more share some of the deeper truths about us. Thanks again for liking this piece.

      Comment by alee9 | December 11, 2010 | Reply

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