A lovey lovey bird

LITTLE NOSE

FEELING MOODY ON PICTURE NIGHT.

HALF A ROSE

FADING UNDER A CANDLELIGHT.

CUTIE PIE

WANTING TO LOOK AT SOMETHING ELSE.

TEARY EYE

WISHING TO PAINT FOR SOMEONE ELSE. 

 

SHE WAS STANDING BEHIND THE DINING ROOM TABLE

WITH A BOX OF PASTELS, COLORS IN A BUNDLE.

SHE HANDED ME A TINY 

PIECE OF BROWN PAPER.

LOOKING AT ME FUNNY,

SHE ASKED FOR A FAVOR:

 

PAINT ME A BIRD, SHE SAID, WITH LIGHT BLUE EYES,

A ROBIN THAT SINGS BUT NEVER FLIES

AWAY 

WHEN I AM SAD.

PAINT ME A BIRD, SHE SAID, THAT CAN BE MINE,

A LOVEY-DOVEY BIRD THAT MAKES ME SMILE

ALL DAY

WHEN I FEEL BAD.

 

SHAKY HAND 

KNOCKING OVER MY AZURE PEN.

NERVOUS MAN

BITING MY NAILS LIKE I WERE TEN

BROKEN CLOCK

WASTING MORE TIME TO FIND MY WAY.

PAINTER’S BLOCK

WAITING TO LIFT MY FEET OF CLAY.

 

I SAID: IT’S HARD TO TAME THE LIGHT, TO TRACE THE WIND,

TO MOVE COLORS, TO BRUSH FEATHERS OR SHAPE A WING.

SHE PULLED AWAY THE TINY 

PIECE OF BROWN PAPER,

SHE LOOKED AT ME FUNNY,

THEN TOLD IN A WHISPER:

 

I’LL PAINT A BIRD, MYSELF, WITH LIGHT BLUE EYES,

A ROBIN THAT SINGS BUT NEVER FLIES

AWAY 

WHEN I AM SAD.

I’LL PAINT A BIRD, SHE SAID, THAT CAN BE MINE,

A LOVEY-DOVEY BIRD THAT MAKES ME SMILE

ALL DAY

WHEN I FEEL BAD.

I’LL PAINT A BIRD, MYSELF, WITH LIGHT BLUE EYES,

A ROBIN THAT SINGS BUT NEVER FLIES

AWAY 

WHEN I AM SAD.

I’LL PAINT A BIRD, SHE SAID, THAT I CAN CLAIM,

THAT STAYS WITH ME AND HAS YOUR NAME,

MY LOVE,

MY LOVE,

MY LOVEY-DOVEY BIRD.

MY LOVE.