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  Blue Bird
by Liana Margiva
Monday, March 28, 2011
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Poetry by Liana Margiva

So, that’s what Spring is like when love is gone?

The flowers are in bloom but have no fragrance, none.

The wind doesn’t bring the air that smells of love

So mused the Bluebird on a branch above.


The heart keeps sinking deeper yet in grief,

As if no other love on Earth exists.

It may arrive one day, but mortal fear

Is ever present and is always near

Of waning force that lifts the fragile wing

And makes all living creatures want to sing.


Oh, blooms of Spring! Just once, pray, tell

That love with you in heart does swell,

The one that causes heads to swim

And disappears by a whim amidst the gloom of Fall.


Oh, had I known this, I would

Perhaps, steer clear of foul mood

And spare myself a lot of grief,

Had not the love like common thief

Stole beauty of the flowers bloom,

Kidnapped my soul and left for doom.

It vanished just before the cold

Without a trace like fake Fall’s gold.


So, if I’m meant to outlive Fall

Long past the yellow leaves’ sad ball,

The wind will reap its harvest full

Without mercy, strong as bull.

It rules the valleys and the trees

Amongst the season that we call

The Fall, which known not to all.


I’ll plead with wind, take me along

And show the path where love had walked,

The one that dwelled inside my soul,

The one that helped the Sun to burn,

The one that in the dark of night

My path to happiness would light!


On top of lungs I want to scream,

My love, come back, fulfill the dream,

And touch me with your mighty wing,

And in my soul let in the Spring.

My soul in grief immersed has been

But love for you still lives within.


By grace of God I was endowed

With colors of the sky above,

The royal blue of gods and kings

Applied abundant on my wings.


Those wings were eager to embrace

Entire forest, when its face, it’s eyes

Reflected like a crystal ball

The loving glance of my own soul.


My soul was filled with bliss to brim,

And so much joy that it would scream

And yearned to leave its flesh abode

To soar in heaven next to God.


I thought naively this delight

Will make my life forever bright,

But Spring was yet to lose its gown

When fluttered wings and… dreams were gone.




In our woods they call me shrewd,

But for the life of me I couldn’t

Embrace the reason for the love

To find me in this shady grove

When it intended in no way

In my vicinity to stay?


My memory will always keep

The Spring of love that’s hidden deep.

And wings that were the gift of God,

That splendor brought to my abode.

Those wings that kept the pain away

Forever in my heart will stay.

Their warmth and magic I will cherish

To my last day, until I perish.


I wish I knew that warm Spring night

When my heart wept with much delight,

Was, truly, last night of my love,

I swear to the skies above

I wouldn’t unlock my arms’ embrace

And kiss my lover’s charming face

Until the dawn would finally break

And World would fully come awake,

So that my heart remembered love

As gift from God that dwells above.


Spring flowers, spread your blossoms wide,

Let your sweet fragrance deep inside

My heart and let it now recall

The scent of love well known to all!


By Liana Margiva


Translated from Russian by Anatol Kardiukov                     





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Reviewed by La Wanda Sharriese
Reviewed by Debbie Lacy
I love it! So well written! Sad yet hopeful! Enjoyed it!

Reviewed by Barbara Henry
So poignant, so beautiful, so sad, lost love.
Continued success-
Barbara J. Henry
Reviewed by Micki Peluso

A truly lovely expression of love and hope with womderful metaphors. Bravo!!!

Reviewed by Don Juan Amante
such nostalgic beauty of an unending love
Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo
Only a deep, true love could steal one's seasons. So sad and heartbreaking, but beautifully written, Liana. ~Hugs, Elizabeth
Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
The whole spectrum of the seasons - aching to be reborn from out of the storm. Flows beautifully. Superb poetry.
Reviewed by Chip Bergeron
Beautiful, evocative, sad poem. Captures the mood perfectly.

Chip Bergeron
Reviewed by JMS Bell
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Very beautiful writing sweet lady..stay safe and well..Hugsss
Reviewed by Rose Rideout
Very beautifully written Liana.

Newfie Hugs, Rose
Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
beautifully written you are such a talented writer
Reviewed by Diana Wiles
Such a deeply felt outpouring of beautiful verse...The emotion is palpable and wonderful to behold...You are very gifted Liana...

Hugs, Diana...
Reviewed by Felix Perry
Such intense feelings of the emotional drain caused by love, Poe might have had his raven but your bluebird is much more captivating to behold.
Reviewed by Axilea MU
Beautifully mastered lyricism Liana. Always with that sense of nostalgia and love lost. But what an invitation!

Reviewed by Andy Turner
Not sure words suffice for such poetry.
It radiates inner feelings and visions of truth, yet beauty within the depth of the poets circle of emotions that translate through nature.
Reviewed by Jon Willey
we are all sucklings on the bosom of love -- it is not a fleeting thing nor are we ever weened -- when the blue bird takes flight love rushes in to fill its place among the flowers of understanding -- Liana, your poem is filled with a joyful melancholy my dear friend --we all eventually return to suck from the bosom of love -- I bid you love, joy and peace. Jon Michael
Reviewed by TONY NERONE
Extremely lovely written piece.
Reviewed by George Carroll
May the blue bird of happiness nestle in your bosom.
Reviewed by Christine Tsen
Wow, bless you this is beautiful Liana!
I understand these feelings so well, the eternal cycles, the crippling pain of love lost.
Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson
Well done...

Spring is born in the hearts of those who seek it. Often the blooms of the heart are very near yet the winter in our eyes keep us in fear. Rejoice dear one for spring is ever here....
Reviewed by Gene Williamson
Spring is almost here, Liana, and sweet love is on the wing.
Smile and be happy. -gene.
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