The Bluebird of Happiness

Responding to Reena Saxena’s Exploration Challenge #104. My selection “amidst the noise, smoking and loud talking.
For full prompt go to:
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/09/12/reenas-exploration-challenge-104/

We all search for the blue bird of happiness as it flits further and further from our vision. We strive to capture this blue bird so that we may imprison it in a gilded cage for our entertainment. We like its sweet song. Except once imprisoned it refuses to sing and we are left lonely and isolated. If what makes us happy is alcohol, drug dependency, gossip and social media, perhaps we are the ones in the guilded cage imprisoned by our dependencies. It’s a cruel world where we cope with economic survival, family upheaval, bad lifestyle choices, political malaise and fragile bodies. These forces change us and tend to bury our true nature. We have to break free. Happiness cannot be captured and put in a cage but has to fly free so that we can observe it in sudden tranquil moments amidst the noise of life.

As Charles Bukowski so eloquently expressed in his poem Bluebird ” there is a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out.” We put on a fake persona for the world and do not truly understand our heart or if we do are too frightened to set it free. We should not let others dictate our actions. We must learn to express what is in our heart and set it free. It’s going to be a wonderful day when that happens.

Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah Zip-A-Dee-A
My oh my what a wonderful day

O plenty of sunshine headed my way
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah Zip-A-Dee-A

Mister blue bird on my shoulder………

Oscar winning song from Disney’s “Song of the South”
The Bluebird - Charles Bukowski (1920-1994)

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 books 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 in 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?

33 thoughts on “The Bluebird of Happiness

  1. Excellent! The blue bird remains suppressed for lack of social acceptability. Liberation occurs the moment we decide that we don’t care about what others think of us.

    An afterthought : Would you see insanity as a kind of liberation, or getting trapped in different compulsions?

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  2. Wonderful post Len, all so very true. May we let the Bluebird fly free and thus we will also.

    The poem you chosen for us is so strong and true. I really felt the deep despair and need within.

    Miriam

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  3. Gosh, my auntie took me to the cinema to see SotS when I was a young child. It must-have been re-released, this was about 1970. To a young child, it was magical – so young, I had no idea of the connotations. When my own daughter was about 5 I hunted high and low for it, and eventually found it on VHS. Given the politics of today, it was very difficult to get hold of, and I ended up paying probably 5x what you’d pay for a DVD on Amazon. But Brer Rabbit…what memories!

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    1. When my grandchildren were very young I subscribed to the Disney Video Web Site and received a monthly DVD. I think I must have the complete Disney library including the very first black and white Mickey Mouse. I never watch them now. I must have seen each movie a 100 times with the grandkids. I’m all Disney’d out.

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  4. Brilliant len. I love the zip-A-Dee-do-dah song. I actually sang it when I retired to bed and was still singing it half an hour later. Maybe we should all sing it when life gets too hectic and we need to destress.

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    1. Thanks Violet. I have just read your poem on Bluebird and loved it. I only recently came upon Bukowski. Not through his poetry but by reading a book review on “Post Office” and downloading it from Amazon to my Kindle. I then did some research on him and came across Bluebird.

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