A Blue Jay Poem by Gayle Sweeney

A Blue Jay

Rating: 4.4


A blue jay's feathered back holds spots of white clouds
And soft, glistening blue.
Upon its wings is painted days of sapphires
And snowy flurries, too.
I peeked out beyond the open curtain
At the big, flowering rhododendron.
There a bright, silent blue jay landed suddenly.
Amoung our pink fairy blossoms it stopped by me,
Jewelled with patches of rich blue - perhaps a gift
From the azure sky.
We might even think some of pure heaven
Is in flight when blue jays fly.
This dappled blue jay then soon quietly moved from branch to branch
In the green blooming shrubbery outside my window.
By boughs of cool leaves like sheaths
All at once it paused for a moment
And surprisingly looked up at me from below.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Manonton Dalan 28 April 2012

love of nature is always with no matter where i go. very nice for you

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Dawn Ferrett 30 April 2012

Beautiful! You are truly gifted! ! ! !

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Judy Ponceby 29 April 2012

Your visions of the Blue Jay are very colorful and vivid against the background of the rhododendron.

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..... W@king Up..... 28 April 2013

When I read this poem it was like a little girl that wasn't me was reading it to me :) it just feels so soft in depth and texture, and so deep in meaning. Great job :)

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Joseph Anderson 21 April 2012

A delicately, sweet look at the beauties of our nature. So deserving of being poem of the day, or any day. Joe

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Adeline Foster 26 June 2014

What a lovely, happy, private moment poem. I liked the line: Upon its wings is painted days of sapphires. Read mine – Blue Bird – Adeline

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Liliana ~el 28 April 2014

Beautiful, vivid, varying imagery! Wonderfully done. The incredible sights and feelings that come with an innocent, enchanting blue jay.

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Michelle Claus 28 April 2014

Pretty. In spirit, it reminds me of the purpose behind a Japanese haiku - to capture a moment in time and exalt it. You've done this with your lovely poem, and I'll be reminded of your poem next time I spy a blue jay.

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Stephen W 28 April 2014

Very beautiful, enjoyed it.

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Francie Lynch 28 April 2014

The character needs to remove the window, or get outside, or have someone help her/him get outside. As beautiful as the bird is, it is separated from the viewer. Obviously the bird doesn't understand why, on such a lovely day, one would be inside.

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