THE TRILLA Poem by Betty Hermeleein love with....Each night I sleep anticipating a new dawn to the trill of the songbird Wood Thrush this morning, however, nought a single note from my melodious companion I glance at the clock, nearly nine in the morning wonder what fate has befallen my singing friend his song is a nonexistent trill this prompts some concern
I have yet to meet him as he hides well into the forest then flits back and forth with speed yet I listen perfectly and I can see him in my mind’s eye I rely on his trill to awaken me at the same hour each morning
The more I muse, my instincts reveal that I should endeavor to locate him perhaps he is injured and lay in the meadow beside the tree line
As expected, my darling soul is bleeding, alive how he is in this condition I do not know I stroke him a tear wells in my eyes I whisper to my friend and walk away in despair
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12 Reviews Added on September 27, 2024 Last Updated on September 27, 2024 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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