TOMORROW
Tomorrow time is sitting still
for the old magpie
whose call is but an echo.
I feel very sad for the magpie,
his departure cannot sadden his weary heart,
can only sadden mine.
What is left behind is the resonance,
distant and profound,
I hear his call in my heart
when the silence carries on.
Yet, his call still lingers in the unheard notes
at five in the morning
when my heart lies in comfort
because he, and only he
can touch the unheard notes
of the old magpie.
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I ticked the like box because I liked what I saw in passing .. but did you know that universally, magpies are responsible for more bird numbers reducing than cats or other predators .. they might be beautiful but they are ruthless .. a lot like many of the women I have known actually :)
Thank you Neville, this poem is very dear to me. It was about a loss. It is symbolic and real at the same time. This old magpie used to sing every day, early morning, for years. Sitting on a tree at end of the paddock. It had a deep & sad sound, really blessed with a beautiful voice.
One morning it stopped singing. And we knew! He was gone. After years of being gifted with his beautiful song, at 5 in the morning, one cannot help but feel gratitude for this old bird. Even if he’s a ruthless bird killer.
They’re not very welcome here in the South Canterbury for this very reason. At the same time I I was writing about a loss.
P.S what’s about with you guys!!! always a ruthless woman hitting the heart with a hammer. Well, a week ago I wrote a poem about this. You’ll love it. By tomorrow it will be up.
sorry for your loss