#NaPoWriMo Day 14: Birdsong.

There in the silence of early dawn,
Breathing the cold, crisp air in,
As I watch the horizon from afar,
Somewhere nearby, birds are chirping.
Incessantly, the same tune, over and over,
As though writing a song in my head,
So I unsheathe my pen, let the words flow;
Perhaps the song was always within me
And the birds just a figment of my fancy–
The more they sing, the more I write.

Eyes wide open, sleep nowhere in sight,
I wonder what kind of song I shall write–
Should it be about chasing lost dreams,
Or something poetic that isn’t what it seems?
Or should it be a love song?
No. I’ve written far too many of those!

The more I write, louder the birds sing,
Their shrill notes, in my ears they ring,
And deep within me rises a feeling
So compelling, so strong,
I cannot help but give in.
I may not sing as sweet,
But I can write verses from the birdsong–
So here I sit, jotting thoughts down
As the birds outside sing along.

As my pen stops writing,
The birds too cease their chirps,
Eyes heavy and a heart unburdened,
My surroundings go darker and quiet;
What happened to the music?
I try to find the birdsong,
But it’s gone–
For it now lives on in my verses.

~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.

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Today’s prompt via napowrimo.net was to write a poem about something, anything, that has inspired you. This is a poem about the birds that wouldn’t stop singing the same tune again and again, at 2AM. It’s really surprising how the tiny details of nature can inspire people to write. Inspiration, truly, is everywhere.

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