June 02, 2013


I part the curtains to the morn
hitting me with new forlorn
Another day to struggle through
pursued by you, in sweet construe

You chirp a song both new and old
a lullaby of grief untold
Entice me out to greet the light,
and to despite this widow's plight

Haughty, throaty little bird,
protesting at my every word
Your graceful wings let out a sigh,
when I defy and don't comply

Can't you let me be one day
without suspecting foul play
Just hide beneath the silken sheets,
a safe retreat, my own secrete

Must I wait for my own time,
to hear familiar church bell chime
When I could live and I could soar,
with you once more, open our door.......

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Michael said...

nice couplets. lots of good word choice

Geo. said...

Migrating birds, transmigrating souls --good metaphor. My compliments.

Tess Kincaid said...

Nice...full of hope...

mindlovemisery said...

I agree with Geo and wow beautiful rhyming!

Berowne said...

Delightful, excellently written.

Kodjo Deynoo said...

You got me reading it out loud..good on you

Optimistic Existentialist said...

You are always so good with metaphors :)

Helen said...

... I always enjoy your poetry!

Lyn said...

Such a classic sound to this..I like reading it out loud..

Kathe W. said...

wonderful poem. Hope springs with the birds!