Birdsong.
A winter morning reflection.
A melodic whistle at sunrise invites tomorrow to update its name,
on the theme of change, it knits together the silver threads of its surroundings.
A perch choir millions of years in the making entwines with flora encased in a transparent ice armour,
rustling, a clinking staccato, a complementary metronome.
Beneath dewy Chantilly lace spun by unseen hands, contemporary life tries humming,
fruitlessly, fading into submissive muteness, leaving space for intimate thought.
So while the sky is still part moon, mist kissing the grass with glacial blue,
nomadic with the wind, a contemplative avian communion presents at first light before the thaw.
Amongst it all,
I am a dove, cooing,
who, who, who,
am I?
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Joe O’Connor
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I love everything about this one! Great job 👏🏻
Absolutely beautiful poem.- Full of beautiful imagery. I am a dove cooing. Nicely Done!!
Oh my word, Joe; this must have been published in a period when I was off of Vocal for a bit, and I am so sad to have missed it then - but so glad to find it now! This is absolutely ethereal, full of beautiful wordsmithing and imagery, and so profound too. The whole thing sings, but I have to echo L.C. and say that those final lines make a perfect conclusion. Bravo, sir!!
Love those final lines!
“ flora encased in a transparent ice armour” what an outstanding descriptor for frost! This is really dazzling piece, Joe! Such vivid imagery and the lingering question posed with poetic perfection!
Gorgeous work!
Beautiful!
Joe, as ever, you poemed the hell out of this! :) Honestly, beautiful stuff! Love that ending too!
Gosh this was sooooo beautiful! Loved your poem!