Of all the songs I've heard it is the night bird that has the loneliest word
On the dark breeze does sail her tale with a mournful wail
From beneath the lees of a dead tree's leaves come her pleas
Cold eggs rest in a bare nest no longer warmed by a parent's breast
Her lifelong mate has met his fate now warming the dinner plate
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solitude and grief flow like a dirge..There is something so moving about this poem..i can't pinpoint.
Thank you Aman for the review and comment it is most appreciated
This poem is extremely somber. Very melancholic and very disheartening. Your poem explores themes of loss, loneliness, and the harsh realities of nature. It reflects on the sorrowful experience of a night bird mourning the death of its mate and the emptiness that follows. The poet evokes emotions related to loss and highlights the stark realities of nature, reminding readers of the fragility of life and the deep connections that can be severed by death.
Thank you my friend for the review and interpretation. Yes life can be dark and hard but is balanced by the justice of death ending all pain.
Lovely, beautiful, majestic. I enjoy reading your work! Lots of night birds in this world.
Thank you Katie you are so right it was hearing one last night that inspired the poem. I appreciated your support and kind words
Powerful work, my friend.
Thank you so much Thomas
A sad tale SB. I'm not keen on turkey. I find it rather dry.
Thank you so much Orchi for the read and comment yes I find it dry as well just like the people that gather around the table
Soren, this hits with a cold acheโฆthe night birdโs loneliness really cuts through. You carried that mournful music straight into the final blow. Very well done!๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
Thank you Tristan for the read and comment it is most valued my friend
You are most welcome, Soren.
Nature or human, you lose someone close, it's devastating.
I always think in the human world, women cope better, but I think that's because they know how to use the washing machine.
Thank you Paul for the read and kind words of understanding they are most appreciated.
A romantic tombstone inspiration...
Thanks Lorenz yes they charge by the letter so keep it short. Appreciate it
Wow sorrenbarret, inspirational, love your imagery, even though so sad it's reality and marvelously written, which brings it full circle with your title. Kudos ๐น
Thank you very much Teddy your words mean a great deal to me.
Sometimes, just sometimes the quieter ones donโt end up served on a dinner plate. ๐ฝ๏ธ a very moving metaphor ๐๐ป๐๏ธ
Thank you so much Cryptic for the review and comment it is most appreciated as always
And you are most welcome, sorenbarrett ๐๏ธ๐
The predator-prey axis. Sometimes it terrifies me, other times it can appear almost majestic. What paradox is at work here?!
Thanks a lot I appreciate your read and remarks they are important to me
A very Sad Poem, though enjoyable all the same. Nice one.
Thank you so much the read and comment it is most appreciated
Nice rhyming, less sincerity.
Thank you James it is appreciated
My Uncle Hank would be proud.
Thank you Dan appreciate your review
Fine words soren, listening to birdsong in the night can be so beautiful though.
Andy
Thank you Andy appreciate the read and yes it can, some have a very haunting call
Witty!! and a bit sad. Like it!
Thank you so much Jarcher for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated
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