Songbird's Blessing

DesertWords

Don't weep for what might have been.
Remorse is a black hole infested with
jagged splinters of glass, razor sharp
reminders of misplaced trust and
hollow promises.

 

A dove flutters in the talons of the hawk,
resigned to what will be while a dozen
sparrows watch from a sagging power line.
Soft gray feathers float in circles on casual
breezes, then disappear into the green
leaves of marigolds and magnolias.
Predator and prey glide as one into
the eaves of the red barn nestled
in a tall stand of corn.

 

Not far away a songbird, ignoring, indifferent
to the vibrations of anguish, rises from the
highest branch of a time scarred oak
to pronounce a benediction, perhaps a
blessing, on the wounded and the wonderful.
Each in its turn.
Each in its turn.

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  • sylviasearcher

    I love this.
    Beautiful 🤗

  • Aislinn Wilson

    Reminds me of the pope releasing the doves in Ukraine which were attacked by seagull and crow. The repetition is powerful.

  • psychofemale

    this was lovely the first stanza was my fav 🙂

    • DesertWords

      Thank you. Glad it had meaning for you.



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