Poem -

the sound of a cry

the sound of a cry
can be silent
soft footed and yellow
edged
tipytoed, hesitant

twas so
when i found it

exactly this way
and who it belonged to
twas not I to say

it's death throes alive
at least it seemed to be so
it's soft edges grasped
seeming not
to let go

and the birds took it up
in their wide feathered
wings
set it high on the treetops
nestled in leaves

where it stayed and was
silent
was hugged by the breeze
was kissed by a sunlight
and so gently, it eased

it took an age
that was not time
and this is not owt for words

for sometimes a healing
is trees
and is birds

is a thing not quite mortal
in any ways known
and when cry turned to song
well, they brought that cry home

turns out it was mine
and I hadn't quite known
for a cry can be silent
when it cries all alone

M P 27/4/22

 

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Tony Taylor

OH MY GOD!!....this is INCREDIBLE!!......you are amazing dear poet sister.....this is one of the very best poems I have EVER read!!.....wow!......PINNED for perfection!!.....If I were there right now I would hug you MARION!!.......absolute poetic perfection!!.....Bravo!! Brava!!.....smiles......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo  :  )

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Marion

Tony...thankyou for this beautiful comment, I felt the hug!! 😊 Sorry for late reply x

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Neville

Hey M,

Guess wot ....
I entirely agree with Tony T .. "the sound of a cry" is now firmly ensconced near the very top of my list of favourites  ..  Bravo Mistress M
I so wish I was your pen ......................................... Neville x

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Marion

Thankyou for your lovely words Nev 😊 x

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