An unspoken token.
Perhaps a ring
Or some other sundry thing
Left behind
For a man to find
May cause his heart to sing,
Or ponder on why
Birds that fly
Leave a solitary feather
To remember them by.
Birds That Fly
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Hyacinths
Hyacinths on a gramophone.
Alone
They stood
On polished wood.
Their scent carrying me back
Down childhood’s track.
The flower’s smel
Blossoming in a wishing well
With a plastic handle.
My thought tangles
With the ivy that
In a bowl sat.
As a boy
My goal was joy.
The earth was good as the man.
I can
Recall
Honeysuckle on a garden wall
And roses, their scent
Is long since spent.
My grandfather went away
Yet in my heart he stays
As I lose myself, in spring days
Adele “Hello”
One of my favourite songs by Adele, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQHsXMglC9A
Lost
An open window. Birds singing in the garden below. Cars passing, the sound of engines disappearing, forever lost in time and space.
Passenger: Let Her Go
Tonight I can Write The Saddest Lines, By Pablo Nerud
Until yesterday I was unfamiliar with the work of Pablo Nerud. His poem, Tonight I can Write The Saddest Lines is beautiful and poignant. My only criticism (of the reading, not the poem) is the music which accompanies it, which, to my mind acts as a distraction to the reader.
For the reading please go to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2zR7brOA3E
Autumn Leaves by Charles Dickens
Yesterday evening, lying in bed, browsing Youtube on my Ipad I came across Charles Dicken’s poem, Autumn Leaves on Youtube. I must confess to not having been aware that in addition to his novels, short stories and travel writings Dickens had, in addition written poetry. This one is well worth a listen. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ESlzcQqEFY
Birds
Birds singing bringing to mind you, their song tearing my heart in two. Birdsong expressing what I can not express, my inadequate thoughts on life and death. Unaware of their own mortality, birds sing wild and free.
Beyond Mere Words
On Tuesday evening I had dinner with an old friend. During the meal I remarked how as I walked up the hill towards the restaurant the sound of birdsong filled the air. Listening to the song of the birds almost made me weep and yet I was unable to put into words why that should be so.
Several days later my friend sent me the below quote who’s origin I have been unable to trace. It expresses beautifully my feelings on that evening as I listened to birdsong on my way to meet my friend
“I walk a path after rain between trees.
I hear birdsong
And weep inside for something lost.”
Missing You
“Hello” you would say bouncing on your big bed excitedly. I still sense your presence in this room now quiet save for the rumble of distant traffic. Your toys are mainly packed up and gone now, sent to your new home with your mum but your presence remains.
I miss you, I miss our walks in the park recalling the two of us together walking in the rain. The rain fell as my tears do now. You are not here but your presence remains.
K Morris - Poet 