A whippoorwill song,
a haunting call to the self
I have left behind.
The bird simply sings.
The primal me will respond,
remembering me.
The song awakens
memories long since submerged,
resurrecting them.
a haunting call to the self
I have left behind.
The bird simply sings.
The primal me will respond,
remembering me.
The song awakens
memories long since submerged,
resurrecting them.
4 comments:
The song of the mourning dove has the same effect on me.
I don't think we have any birds that evoke such emotions in me, but your poem surely did!
Peace,
Muff
Hi Judy
I love the birds around my windows - and get such joy especially bu the chirp and hum of the humming birds and their aerial flying dance in perfect rhythm that delights me so.....
lovely poem
Love Gail
peace....
Karen, Muff, and Gail,
Wikipedia calls it the "haunting, ethereal song" of the whippoorwill. It is that quality I was alluding to in this poem. It could be a birdsong or something entirely different that evokes the poignant memory of how things used to be. That can be dangerous slippery ground, eliciting mourning so deep it is potentially shattering. But at least this Audobon painting of the whippoorwill makes it appear beautiful.
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