Read a poem by Lora Colon on PoemHunter.com called 'When I am Alone' and then read my poem 'You Speak and I Listen' below. Permission to reprint her recent poem in this space with mine has been requested.
You Speak and I Listen
You speak and I listen:
Here's message from bird, (1)
A song that might please you,
A hint you've been heard.
We want to assure you
That you're not alone,
But dressing like bird suits
Your camouflaged moan.
You say no one hears you
But whole forest dreams
At call of a blind bird,
Leaves drop into streams:
There's torrential flooding
Of red, brown, and gold,
Whenever you tremble,
Whenever you're cold.
For forests have tears too
Though you cannot see,
All nature is brimming
With God's sympathy.
The scraps that you live on
That keep you alive,
Are pointers to largesse
Whereby you might thrive.
There's warmth in a stranger
For those in real need
You doubt? Try out my yard,
There's lots of bird seed.
But let me remind you
In case you forgot
A bird has real freedom
That's not afterthought.
Your parents are blameless
Child saw them as God,
Forgiveness the answer
To self-imposed fraud.
Brian Johnston
May 31,2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God And Fate Foiled...Again! The young catbird was meant to be lunch for a kitten, But then Lora foiled fate, when, with bird, she was smitten. Why do you think God named it catbird, you big dummy? She foiled God's plan when, with bird, Lora got chummy. (Now there's no nutricious, delicious bird in.....a kitten's tummy!) :)) bri