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

[Christine]

Beautiful poem, lovely tones, very evocative.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Frieda... Lovely words to describe our
feelings as we experience the bitter and sweet
of life. To hear a mockingbird sing a song of
darkness is indeed part of life's journey.
Your pen is golden touched by the light
of the moon and stars. truly... Pat

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

What a really good poem, I enjoyed reading this piece. Nicely penned.

Kaze~ :-)

[Avinash]

Feeling pulled and submerged into this grave ocean of melancholy. Do not want to come out, because it gives solace to our own darkness and makes us feel we are not alone neither you.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

So beautifull written poetic tones of ink! Excellent

[KAREN]

This poem played beautiful music in my ear. I can't pick a favorite line, because all of it was awesome!
100/100

[redzone]

I love this music Frieda, its melancholy, its violin enchantments... But your poem is even better, as I read and listened I could hear your voice saying these words... at odd hours, it seems life, or love or all the things that we face, is a mocking bird, pecking at our shadows, reminding us of the "eerie tunes"; that leave sadness and " lush hushes as a bluesy
untamed melody
played on ghostly
violin strings, (I love these lines Frieda)

Your poetry grabs us and never lets go... it takes us right into the heart of a wonderful soul...
~~redzonexxoo

[Woody]

absolutely exquisite. love this.
and like baby ricochet says no need for a dictionary with this one.
anyway, hard or easy, your writes are always a pleasure to behold.
(thanks for making this accessible to us, mortals)

[Baby Ricochet]

I like this one. She rolls along nicely without a thesaurus. Good one

[Patricia]

Oh my! This is so beautiful "played on ghostly violin strings" very haunting emotions written and played perfectly!