Moonlight mockingbird

I wandered 

about the moonlight

looking for our

           shadows cast,

somewhere near 

a perturbed ocean

    where last there 

was a vast sky,

came upon a

          dark mockingbird

who sang the songs 

             of spirits past

lyrics spun of wildfires

      and poppy's blood,

he whispered in

      lush hushes

as a bluesy 

            untamed melody

played on ghostly

              violin strings,

 spun of eerie tunes 

         in ending's rhyme

Author's Note

Reviews

[R Smith]

sounds like a few clubs i've been in,
he whispered in
lush hushes
as a bluesy
untamed melody
played on ghostly
violin strings,
spun of eerie tunes
in ending's rhyme, one of the most beautiful pieces of work I have read. :)

[Frieda P]

Wow thanks so much Richard, you've humbled me my crazy friend. :)

[R Smith]

crazy huh! thar's gold in them thar' hill o' beans.....I'll have you know :P

[Ashira Macy]

as a bluesy
untamed melody
played on ghostly
violin strings,

These lines were so beautiful I had to read them over three or four times. I personally love the idea of mockingbirds. Singing songs that others have left behind in their memories. They are really a symbol of empathy to me, and you illustrated this really well in this poem. Found a new favorite. Absolutely gorgeous my friend!

[Tai Ryens]

You do wondrously in your portrayal of the yearning and searching for the help, that of which is not present in the situation you are currently in. Searching for shadows in the darkness, treading beneath the moonlight and hearing the birds croon of songs distant, songs of the past, songs that perhaps stir memories that your mind still has unconscious comments over; a symbol for a past that still lingers around. Well done.

[Rita L. Sev]

I wandered
about the moonlight
looking for our
shadows cast

From the very start, this piece brings the reader in, to walk along that ocean's edge and listen to the mockingbird sing... The echo of grief surrounds the eerie, beautiful images you paint here, Frieda.

[TL Boehm]

Frieda this is lovely - my only 'thing' and its just my 'thing' man...I wish this had continued. I feel like there was more to the mockingbird and the journey. I just got wrapped up in a story. This had a great surreal quality to it. "a perturbed ocean and vast sky" its eerie, delightfully eerie.

[willweb]

Frieda P. this poem had a different feel than what I usually read from you and I loved this. It just proves the scope of your talent. Very melodic and smooth and even if it didn't have music to accompany it I am sure I would have still heard it, because your poem carried its own melody. I really loved this poem today.

[Mayank]

such a silent eerie songs it was, like shadows quietly walking behind us.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Between what you convey in the words and the musical accompaniment...puts the reader in touch with the senses as one goes about the lines...the feel and movement sends the person into a relaxed sensation within the entirety of the theme...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"lush hushes"

this is a poem that whispers lush thoughts of someone we have lost...
the memories haunt us...as the heart goes on its jaunt through the past.

meeting up with itself and a bundle of tears that used to be flowers.

[Lyn Anderson]

For me this, is about losing someone you love, and it feels very sad. I wonder, though, about shadows cast, if it should have an apostrophe, since the poppy's blood and ending's rhyme do.

[Prabha Salimath]

Very beautiful and wonderfulllll no more words Frieda I like it a lot..