Forever With the Mockingbird

My contribution to the pantheon of mockingbird poems. Please read author notes

This poem has moved. Be sure to click on the youtube link below to read and listen:)

Audio at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cP3EodGw_iE

Published in Strays. Available on Amazon.

Strays is a collection of two extended narratives and more than forty love-themed poems, exploring the meaning of romantic love while we have it and attempting to find the healing after its loss. Found within these pages is the short story Gutter Dog, the novelette Ginni, and the poems False Skin, the Boy Who Wore Clothes, and the Black-Wit Reveller.

Author's Note

This piece was composed quite awhile ago. At the time, I believed that another had denied me romantic love, obviously as the content above would suggest, I felt my due. By certain measures this individual did indeed behave badly, leading one along the garden path so to speak, ending our relationship because of a more easily recognizable pull of ego. But I realize now, he was no more guilty of ego than I. I thought he might somehow fulfil me. The second stanza represents this, the laying of one bare so the other can heal you. An impossible thing to ask from another human being and he fled. Who could blame him, really? But still, I did not give over to what was and I waited him out. He won. Tears to shards, I created my own suffering again by not accepting what was. So as the title would suggest the joke really was on me, but not for the reason I thought. The last stanza has now taken on entirely different meaning. I assure you, It is not my heart that is lost and forgotten. And it's not him either.

Reviews

[willweb]

I found this very enticing. Do we ever understand why we hurt? We know why we hurt but do we really ever understand why. When we find that we can fly even though we have forgotten we can. Pryde, I really enjoyed this and I also thoroughly enjoyed listening to you recite it on YouTube.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thanks again and thank you for the listen:)

[Cory Barrett]

The poem is gorgeous. The pain of waiting is perfectly portrait, it is time that we never get back. A song bird could never be a mockingbird, original calls are far to beautiful.

[Pryde Foltz]

Well put. Thank you, Streamline.

[willweb]

To understand the reasons we hurt is not easy. To know why we hurt is. Neither makes sense and both do. Freedom comes on the wings of realizing that we can fly even if we have forgotten we can. I enjoyed this poem tonight Pryde.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, willweb. I think pain is different than suffering. We feel pain to teach us to not repeated dangerous actions and to take it easy for a while. We suffer because we layer thought on top of the pain and this takes a momentary piece of pain and turns it into an ordeal. As to why we do this … I think it eventually leads us to a better place. The crack is where the light gets in:)

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I love how you used the mockingbird within all this, You speak within a depth of a pouring rain where only memories are so very explained, You are strong yet free no more wings of clip you shall be. Thank you for sharing your heart in all:)

[Pryde Foltz]

Very kind words. Thank you, Jonathan.

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Your very welcome:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))