sing of sweetest sorrow
your passion enduringly true
confide and scurry along our path
sparrow, your work is rarely through
come covered in autumn’s colors,
bits adorning, of where you flew
where have you been, my love
and will our walk continue
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
I think you did a great job capturing the feelings that path rings to mind, as it drifts forward and down to who knows what.
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Thank you, Dan. The curve to the left lent itself to the idea of possibilities. Dreams. I am so glad you see the poetry in the photo, too
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Have you ever considered putting any of your poems to music, Miss A?? This one would be a great place to start!
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No, Ma’am. *shudders* I wouldn’t even know how. Let’s leave the music to The Professor.
Thank you, Debbie, for encouraging me. ♡
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THE BIRD AND THE WANDERER (A Shadorma)
Hark that bird
Perched for a moment
Serenade
Could it be
Me he sweetly addresses?
Will he call once more?
Hold my breath
Release it again
Sigh, walk on
Down the path
Stride after stride unfolding
An unsure future
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I’ve been thumping your poem with my fingers for awhile now. I enjoy the pattern and want to give it a try, too.
Your poem, Ben, settled beautifully on my skin. Resonates still. A new future has many different levels of feeling. You capture my wavering well. Thank you for this… ♡
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Rightly or wrongly I often feel I understand the core of your poetry and am drawn to respond that rather than its outer cloaking Wavering, uncertainty and duality seem to thread through much of your work.
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I’d say more than not you understand correctly. I know my cloaking gets frustrating. Does that for me too. I always appreciate your talent eye.
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Apparently I find your words worth decrypting. 🙂
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Thank you, Ben
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This is a slightly mournful poem but full of wisdom and promise. The form is attractive and reminds me of a wandering path.
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I’ve always preferred a circle, curve or round edge for whatever reason. Yes, forlorn comes to mind, as well. Thank you, Shari. xo
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Beautiful, Ms Red. I will be adding this to my favorites page, on my blog ❤️
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I’m humbled, Ms. Owl. Honored to have a spot over at your place. Means a lot you told me, as well. I hope your week has gone well. xo
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So far so good. Hope the same for you 🙂
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Finally Friday 🙂
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Finally the weekend! 😉
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Yippee 🙂
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“IS LIFE A JOB?
We live in a world where life is basically a job. We believe it to be “normal” to have our alarm set in the morning, to wake up and rush around, to sacrifice the whole day in order to make money, and then look toward the weekend for respite. Is this the life we imagined as a kid? Are we truly on this wondrous planet to make life mostly about earning money?”
– wakingtimesmedia.com/how-humanity-has-enslaved-itself/
The whole article is worth reading. (IMHO)
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Ben, this article makes me think and shake my head in agreement. No, this isn’t the life I imagined. Not in the least. I don’t have to travel far backwards to see where I’ve allowed myself to choose a path of want vs a path of need, and by that I also mean emotionally need. We all should take time for our soul. Thank you for the article reference.
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“We all should take time for our soul.”
Amen to that!
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Oops! Messed up the link. 😳
http://wakingtimesmedia.com/how-humanity-has-enslaved-itself/
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My writing heals me. What it does for anyone else is a bonus. ♡
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I write for similar reasons, but not just for healing. It’s for me though definitely and if other folk get something from it – a new perspective, a remembrance, a reflection, a resolution, a confirmation, a laugh – is a pleasing bonus. 🙂
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No, not just healing, I do get a lot of enjoyment from writing poetry.
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Good to hear. 🙂
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Gentle and charming poem, Audrey. And last two lines so wistfully poignant. 💕
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Thanks a bunch, Betty. Something about the melody attached to this one. ♡ Hugs
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Liked it, Audrey. I would have chosen a Mockingbird for the entreaty to sing. Sparrows are off key after all.
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Mockingbirds are beautiful singers, John. I called all the mockingbirds before my walk. They were busy. The sparrows’ schedule was wide open.
Thank you 🙂
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Ha ha ha. We have a Mockingbird that sits in our Norfolk Pine in the front yard. He loved to torture the dogs and sing his heart out when I’m working in the yard. He came back after the Hurricane and I was so glad to see him.
😀
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Your Mockingbird wouldn’t consider not coming back. He knew he had it good. 🙂
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Ha ha ha. I think you are right.
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🙂
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