‘The Sky with Birds Just Lately Born’ by Peg Glynn The Society January 4, 2023 Beauty, Poetry 8 Comments . The Sky with Birds Just Lately Born Sometimes there’s a sadness in my heart. A stone, a thought, a fearful start. Yet I rise and see the morn, The sky with birds just lately born. So brave they try their early wings And taste wet crumbs of earthly things. With serendipity they soar, And childlike knock on heaven’s door So too should I delight in life, I, blessed by God though given strife. Yet winds rush neath the cabin door, And on my heart’s dark wooden floor. . . Peg Glynn is a frequent contributor to her church publications, The Voice of Zion and the Shepards Voice. After raising a family of twelve, she has now retired to the north country of Minnesota. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. 8 Responses Norma Pain January 4, 2023 I absolutely love your poem Peg. It is hauntingly sad yet delightful in its optimism. Thank you. Please give us more. And thank you to Evan for a perfect picture to set off your poem. Reply Paul Freeman January 4, 2023 I enjoyed these snapshot images captured in camera lens couplets. Thanks for the read, Peg. Reply Paul Buchheit January 4, 2023 Delighting in life like the birds in the sky. A beautiful sentiment! Thanks, Peg. Reply jd January 4, 2023 Enjoyed the poem also, Peg. And I love the title! Reply C.B. Anderson January 4, 2023 Seriously, Peg, birds are not born; they are hatched, unless you are using the word figuratively (and why not?). Your poetic license is the governing factor here, and finding a rhyme for “hatched” would only lead to infelicitous solutions such as “thatched” or “mismatched.” Reply Vicki Roberts January 7, 2023 I thought the “born” reference was to the morning sky, not the hatching of the birds. The morning dawn was born – the sky (with birds, hence daylight) just lately born (i.e., it’s dawn and the birds are now in flight from their night’s respite. Reply ray January 4, 2023 Awe for power of words to store tears … art of simple encompassing all… Thank You miss for this great gift Reply Roy Eugene Peterson January 6, 2023 Beautiful poetic images. I especially liked “Yet winds rush neath the cabin door, And on my heart’s dark wooden floor.” Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Norma Pain January 4, 2023 I absolutely love your poem Peg. It is hauntingly sad yet delightful in its optimism. Thank you. Please give us more. And thank you to Evan for a perfect picture to set off your poem. Reply
Paul Freeman January 4, 2023 I enjoyed these snapshot images captured in camera lens couplets. Thanks for the read, Peg. Reply
Paul Buchheit January 4, 2023 Delighting in life like the birds in the sky. A beautiful sentiment! Thanks, Peg. Reply
C.B. Anderson January 4, 2023 Seriously, Peg, birds are not born; they are hatched, unless you are using the word figuratively (and why not?). Your poetic license is the governing factor here, and finding a rhyme for “hatched” would only lead to infelicitous solutions such as “thatched” or “mismatched.” Reply
Vicki Roberts January 7, 2023 I thought the “born” reference was to the morning sky, not the hatching of the birds. The morning dawn was born – the sky (with birds, hence daylight) just lately born (i.e., it’s dawn and the birds are now in flight from their night’s respite. Reply
ray January 4, 2023 Awe for power of words to store tears … art of simple encompassing all… Thank You miss for this great gift Reply
Roy Eugene Peterson January 6, 2023 Beautiful poetic images. I especially liked “Yet winds rush neath the cabin door, And on my heart’s dark wooden floor.” Reply
