The Nightjar's Lament

A Boy With Roses

Like a birdsong life sweeps me under a blue sea                                                                                                                

A vision of Italy                    

 

Through the years, through the tears                                                                                                                                    

I have lived and died, secretly loving you                                                                  

The dew after a long day of work                                                                                                

The way you look at me and smile and everything feels good                                                        

I close my eyes and drift off and wake up in a dream                                                                                                              

Unhooked from my roots, my shell, my wings, my weeds                                              

Like a birdsong

 

I fall back in love                                                                                                                

With you                                                                                                                                                      

A blossom in an ocean                                                                                                              

A dandelion in snow                                                                                                                

I water the flowers that grow from my mind                                                                          

Disfigured                                                                                                                                

By the scars of violence 

 

I water the flowers so I can watch them                                                                      

 Grow. 

                                                                              

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 3rd, 2022 15:35
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  • Caring dove

    ‘ like a birdsong I fall back in love with you ‘ beautiful line )) good poem

    • A Boy With Roses

      Ty for reading Violet, take care this winter season

    • jarcher54

      Here in Texas we call the nightjar the nighthawk. Have you ever witnessed their amazing dives? A pair will be flying along hundreds of feet in the air, then one of them will suddenly dive down at a breakneck speed, only to pull up out of the dive just at the rooftops and treetops, with an incredible and unique whirring sound from the wings and tail against the air.
      I think it is maybe a mating thing, or just for fun. But it is as earthy and essential as you and your poignant ditties.

      • A Boy With Roses

        Yeah, they're my favourite species of bird (I like robins and magpies too). I've studied and relate to them an awful lot, being nocturnal myself. Btw, I accepted your friend request. For some reason I thought we had already befriended each other here, but apparently not. Thanks for reading + take care, as always.



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