At times, the structure of a poem can take a range of forms, and arise from an array of potential inspirations.

This particular poem is drawn from reading about dreams and the movement of air (Bachelard – Air and Dreams), but it starts with a voice, external to the narrator.

come
to me
I am your singer

I am your song

This is the voice of awakening from a dream. Later we find that it is also the call of a bird.

The bird is Spring.

The sleep we are waking from is Winter.

sing
with me

The voice is insistent. It calls us to wake, and to come alive.

It wants us to be as one, with the newness and renewal of Spring. And gradually the answering voice emerges …

I will sing

… from the depths of Winter sleep.

Our voice is found, and we sing.

It is a new season.

goodbye
old winter

~~~

the song of the end (of winter)

come
to me
I am your singer

I am your song

it has been
a long winter

come
raise your eyes

sing
with me

yes
it’s been a long winter

rain

rain
there has been snow

sing
sing with me

such a weighty burden
of weariness
fell
with each fresh coating
of new frost

come along
lift your head

all I want
is to sleep
is to slumber on
through the grey

all through
the short light
that is winter

now
this bird

sing

raise yourself
into the new light
and sing

this chirping bird
sings of light
and sun
that is come again

a resurrection
of
spirit

sing

I will sing

sing along

sing along
with you

perhaps
that was the last
of old winter

the bird

sing …

sing …

the bird
perhaps
is more aware

perhaps it knows
more than me

more than me

sing along

goodbye
old winter

~

Poem #490 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.