Ode to Gardellino
(for Andy at MyPoeticSide)
O gilded friend, whose flute-bright spirit
Dances on the cusp of dawn’s first ray—
You’ve sung in threads of silvered syllables,
Each note a twitter of hope at play.
I remember when first you called,
We exchanged half-formed lines at midnight’s brim;
Questions sparked in gentle reply,
And metaphors spilled on a whim.
Through every gilded trill you shared—
A counsel, a riff, a patient refrain—
Your words became the wingbeat under mine,
A steady pulse when all else waned.
Like Vivaldi’s Gardellino leaping free,
Your laughter lit the chamber of our dreams;
Your insights tinkered through the empty space,
And filled it with the sweetness of sunbeams.
So here’s to you, bright sentinel of song,
Whose kindness rings in clarion call:
May our stanzas weave beneath your wings,
And may your melody never fall.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Listened to Vivaldi's "Goldfinch" on the drive home one morning and just had to write this. Hope it and its accompanying poem "choirside" make for companionable reading. Cheers Andy! ~from Rik/CB/arqios
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Comments7
A lovely tribute and poem of praise it sings its message loud and clear. Nicely done Cryptic
A lovely tribute, writting with fondness and care, I think the message is delivered, enjoyed the read
Thank you kindly. I had the music to thank for, stirring up that poem from somewhere in the depths of subconscious thought.
You are very welcome
At first i thought this is a friendship tribute to poet Goldfinch here, and then i thought its an ode to a goldfinch bird, then i read of a song name so poet tell me as im confused.
But whatever its for, its an awesome eloquently crafted poem, a masterpiece of beauty. Kudos!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too
Each and all, a merry mix. Hope the author's note helped as well. Thanks, poet friend🕊️🙏🏻
back to 1/3 that's a 33.3333% hit rate... must be the standard, let's find a sweet spot
Rik, this is as elegant as the music that inspired it. The language sings...light, reverent, and full of affection. “Your words became the wingbeat under mine”…wow.. A worthy ode to Andy and a beautiful work in its own right. Bravo, my friend. 🌹👏
Thanks T🙏🏻 I blame Vivaldi!
One of my youngest brothers called the goldfinches "banana birds," and only much later did I begin to learn their calls are like laughter, rendering Andy's choice of a moniker the sweeter for all that. What an absolutely gorgeous tribute to the relationship you two have enjoyed, how beautifully rendered with exquisite imagery and a delicious poignancy. Thank you so very much for sharing. I love, love, LOVE it. Here's to many more years! P.S. I love the "red priest" and his piece to those dear songsters.
The Goldfinch Aria certainly brings natural birdcalls to human musicality. And that thought brings us even closer to the whole aura of Andy the Goldfinch poet. Thanks Cheeky Missy🕊️🙏🏻
Vivaldi sure knew his stuff🕊️🙏🏻
He did. I have loved him for years.
So much appreciated Rik, your words humble me. A wonderful poem and glorious music to accompany them.
Andy
I was inspired and you are part of the equation “IL Gardellino”
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