When Birds Cry
Birds Cry
when they don’t find solace in the wind
and the twilight brings no peace,
when the wings flip and can no longer lift,
roaming the ground, the clay feet cling
Birds Cry
when the nest is empty,
last twig tomorrow is gone
holding memories and longing for returns
left behind, the lonely souls mourn
Birds Cry
when the song is faint
notes carried away hushed in the breeze,
when their cry remains unheard,
drenched in solitude they stay and weep
Birds Cry
when heart is heavy
tears dry
when love is blown.
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Sometimes poems are written which develop as they progress like each verse is a rung on a ladder leading to the top. Other poems have the last verse as more akin to a counter or answer to what has gone before. This is how I see your poem. "When the wings flip and no longer lift" is my favourite line. I see birds as a metaphor and a great choice. As is your last line. Love is the answer to everything. Bernie.
Thank you Bernie, I am an empty nester so this is a metaphor, you are right. I think I was
thinking about my boys when I wrote this. Stay in peace , B
This is quite something ..
but then, I have a thing about birds, real ones and mythological ones .. I like the fact they capture most peoples imagination, not just poets .. I think if I was not me, I would like to be one .. I am also an avid horneythologist .. Neville
Sad heartfelt write… Well penned.
Thank you John, I am glad you like this one. Specially when I am not very good with sad writings. Much appreciated.