I’ve been thinking about sharing some more of my poetry, so here’s one from July 5, 1994. I’d been out of high school for about two months. I’ve always been a bird lover, but I can’t remember what inspired this poem at the time.
I grin at it now, heavy with words only a well-used thesaurus could provide. And also sprinkled with the typical commas and semi-colons that much of my poetry from those days suffered from. Still, I like the fowl imagery. Enjoy.
Breach of a Promised Song
Why do I hear a bird singing through the dismal night;
It ventures so near, yet strays from my sight;
The bantam soul should be dreaming in a towering tree;
Instead, its heart is vigilant, and its song calls to me.
Oh, weary colombe, that calls to my heart;
Why do you choose not to depart;
For you always take to flight when it is day,
But when it is dark, you are here to stay.
Why do I attempt to ensue your melody;
For there are fears and troubles that often haunt me;
Through brambles I roam, startled, you take flight
As I discover your lover, dead beneath the bleakful night.
And now I know why in sunlight you roam,
Calling your beloved one to follow you home;
But unlike you, your kindred friend has no choice but to stay;
So unlike me, please bid farewell before the night fades away.