singing

singing

A Poem by Emily B

That mockingbird might be

the only one singing in the moonlight.

On brighter days,

his song will change.

 

I've never yet

heard you asking him

where his notes come from.

© 2011 Emily B


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...
. such a gorgeous gem ... with so much left unsaid ...
. but it made him speak ...

Posted 12 Years Ago


I love this. I like the simplicity of the imagery and where you take us- to the source, the song and a question.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is the kind of poetry i can identify with and i love it. it says enough without saying too much. very, very nicely done!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Perhaps he's mocking our silence? Our not asking? I like this!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Love this... I love to sing!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amazing how we always deconstruct and analyze our own creations, when we are willing to accept natures beautiful achievements are just so.... asking would of course spoil their mystery.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

from his soul.and we all learn.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very beautiful, the things we never ask can haunt us.

Posted 13 Years Ago


How many of us ask at all...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love how you are able to capture nature so exquisitely. The wonder of the mockingbird and of all birdsong, very poignant.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

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