Poem -
When the Bluebird Finally Sings
From my Raven Collection
From my sorrow I did borrow
a hanky for my tears
I borrowed from my sorrow
for days, months, maybe even years?
see, sorrow has no tomorrow
as tomorrow is just today
when yesterday was tomorrow
and today, forever filled with tears
a little piece of light, alas
for me is peeping through
my hanky is now vintage
my heart no longer blue
tomorrow came, it's now today
my grief has disappeared
from my sorrow I did borrow
a hanky for my tears.
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Comments
The Light of Life shines on forever. Lovely Poem. 💕
Life and death One doesn't come without the other, thank you dearest B.S, I hope all's well in S.Africa. 💜
Tomorrow, the day that never comes has came for you, bask in this glory.
Hello dear Nine Eleven, here is speak of my grief as you have already understood, it's a great day that one day, when all the clouds finally clear leaving nothing but blue sky and sunshine. Thank you so much 🌹
How paradoxical
I can't account for the grief. I was in an altercation with an old friend, though.
I gave my best
Yours is still grief as it's loss, I have been through that too. 🌹 Thank you my dear Rory. 🌹
A beautiful bit of poetry here, love how it flows and the reference to the hanky
Once very much needed and now ...vintage. hop shines through here X
Thank you my dear Marion, always a pleasure to see you on my page dear friend, I've been in London. I'm home now with much less baggage than ever before. 🌹
Nice play on time, the vintage hanky and the hope, many tomorrows may pass through the tears but yes, a dry day may come indeed... Happy for you..
Thank you dear John, it's very kind of you to come by with such encouragement 🌹