At some unsaintly hour after midnight,
Even before the morning light,
Had a chance to Interrupt this weary world,
I walked to the hill down near the old Willow Tree.
It was dark except for a street light shining,
I stared for awhile at the grass intertwining,
I decided to tell God a few things that were on my mind,
And I began with an Apology.
I am sorry, dear Lord for my anger and consternation,
But this Life has often been filled with frustration,
Questions as deep as “Who cares?”
Or “Why do we suffer” or “Where is the Love?”
I screamed in the dark to a black cloudless sky,
But no answers came, just a white parrot flew by,
It was squawking louder than an x-wife,
And I wondered if it was a sign from above.
I laughed at the antics of that silly bird,
Flying at night and trying to be heard,
We were similar in many ways,
Lost and alone in the dead of the night.
I walked back to my preposterous life,
It was still filled with toil and strife,
But from time to time I think of that lost parrot.
And smile, the smile of a man to content to fight.
-
Author:
David Wakeling (
Offline) - Published: December 17th, 2024 03:14
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
Offline)
Comments5
A wonderful poem with a great analogy that speaks to a place that many of us have been and dredges up old feelings and fears. It has a feel of darkness to it but I love the night.
merci beaucoup mon ami
A ,lovely poem if a little on the dark side, raising situations we have all been in at some stage, just asking questions out loud in the hope there is a miracle answer, at least on this occasion a good memory came out of it ( The Bird). Really enjoyed the read
Thank you so much
You are very welcome
Silly, white parrot… must be a cockatoo. The mirroring effect is staying in my afterthought! Having been on such walks myself…at least there is no white flag of surrender to be had save a squawking bird. In an atypical way that puts things into perspective.
Thank you so much mi amigo
Excellent write David
Thank you
You're welcome
Fine words David, we all, at sometime, need to shout out about life.
Andy
Yes we do.Thanks for your insight
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.