Jerry Pike

A Late Bird

A late bird, your song flutters, heart to heart.
I see notes hanging from telephone wires,
then falling softly into the deep grass.
And I lay there, staring out of this world,
into another’s sky, where perhaps you might
be laying, and I ask, who are you?
Over and over, and we drift,
making people out of wishes,
filling skies with cherry blossom
and fancy silken hopes, misplacing spilt dreams,
then throwing a coat down to hide them,
not quite sure who will step on
into the future, and who will sink
out of sight, below that rising heaven.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 9, 2008

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Comments about A Late Bird by Jerry Pike

  • Sarwar ChowdhurySarwar Chowdhury (8/25/2008 1:36:00 PM)

    This a fine composition indeed.......10

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  • Greenwolfe 1962 (8/19/2008 2:13:00 PM)

    I gave this a 7 because I feel the writer changed his mind during the poem. Maybe he didn't, but if he didn't, that could be worse. Then I would have given a
    lower mark. If I am wrong, then I am just wrong and the meaning escapes me.
    In that case, I did the right thing after all.

    GW62

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  • Viola Grey (8/10/2008 4:57:00 PM)

    this is just simply beautiful...gorgeous images spring to mind....great work

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  • Callie CarrollCallie Carroll (8/10/2008 4:08:00 AM)

    Wistful and beautiful. My goldfinches are still here in KY and many others.

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