The Bird Of Paradise

The eyes of birds


An audience to the violin.

What a fascinated


Intently listening,

To fly away

Only when I stop

And look,

Ceasing sound and bow

And air of musicality.


To wish to know their mind:


Are they capable of curiosity?

Of learning notes?


Envy of the violin’s

Tonal range?


Birds have songs for territory,

Courage, strength, ferocity.

Even greater songs for



Tunes of heredity.


The varied notes procure progeny.

Securing both before

And what is to come.


The greater the range

The lady-bird hears,

The more she’ll sing along,

Adding new tunes of young.


So is my violin a bird

To be recognized?

Has he reached notes,

Rhythms and cords

That soar to heights

And sing of immortality?

Where in the bird’s mind

Do the notes of fiddles sing,

Is it a bird’s dream to one day be

A violin.


About tatiana333

Tatiana Pietrzak graduated with a Master’s in Liberal Arts from St. John’s College in Santa Fe, New Mexico. After studying in London, Paris, Siena and Florence, she lived and worked for four years in Beijing in film and television. She has published articles in The Beijing University Newsletter, The Eagle and The Santa Fe New Mexican. In addition, she has won two Editor’s Choice awards from the National Library of Congress and was granted a Distinguished Membership from the Board of Directors and Advisory Committee of The International Society of Poets. Presently Tatiana is working on her first novel and a second compilation of poetry.
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