Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EST December 20th 2023

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For this session we read a poem “Bluebird” by Charles Bukowski, posted below.

Our prompt was: Write about the bluebird in your heart.

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“Bluebird” by Charles Bukowski

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?

This was published in Bukowski’s book “The Last Night of the Earth Poems” circa 1992© by owner.

14 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EST December 20th 2023

  1. michele348's avatar michele348

    About the bluebird in my heart~~~

    BANGING, CLASHING, SHOUTING, SHOVING
    The heart of the world is
    battered and confused.
    Conflict, war, death…
    pushing humanity to the edge.
    Nowhere to go it seems.

    I catch my breath and
    listen to the rhythmic pounding of my heart.
    There is peace deep within,
    there is a bluebird of happiness
    perched within its depths.

    I will set it free to share with the world,
    a world that so much needs its message.

    Maybe the heart of the world will be set free…
    that is my prayer.

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  2. rehavia6's avatar rehavia6

    Write About the Bluebird in Your Heart

    My bluebird wants to sing out
    Without fear
    Of being scolded for being too loud or
    Off tune.

    My bluebird wishes
    To soar and fly wherever
    She wishes to go
    Without the constraints of the wind or
    Earthly concerns

    The bluebird in my heart
    Yearns for the freedom to be
    Herself

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  3. al3793's avatar al3793

    Write about the bluebird in your heart…

    If there was a bluebird in my heart it would be balanced on my sleeve, serenading days of hard work with its beautiful rifts, trills and checks. It would be the kind of beauty that even a small sideways glance would help sustain witness to the insuperable moments of suffering and pain witnessed somedays in the line of fire. And when the days were done the bluebird would spy away to a recess of my heart and sequester the dark thoughts, the ones that don’t want to be dealt with, the ones that won’t die, the ones that best be left alone.

    afl 12.21.23

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    • michele348's avatar michele348

      Such an immense responsibility is assigned to this fragile bluebird that sits on the shoulder… witnessing and healing. I wonder if he and his companion, the dove, both share in the task, both helping to lift the burdens, so that the heart may still witness the light in the world.

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  4. Elizabeth's avatar Elizabeth

    Sometimes the bluebird in my heart remains very quiet.
    I have to remember to look for it.
    I have to remember it is there.
    When I pay attention to it,
    The bluebird is nurtured and comes alive within me.
    I feel it’s flapping wings.
    It wants to take flight.
    If that’s the case,
    Why do I keep it caged?
    Why don’t I let it soar?

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    • michele348's avatar michele348

      Sometimes the song of the bluebird within the heart is drowned out by the noise of the world. One has to listen very carefully and acknowledge its voice and message, for in its recognition, we are made whole.

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  5. Andre Lijoi's avatar Andre Lijoi

    Elizabeth
    The tone of your speaker makes me think there is a mutual nurturing when the bluebird is attended, flaps its wings and comes alive. Letting it soar brings goodness to both!
    Andre

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