Black bird perched on the eave
Croaking a dissonant note amidst
So many Nightingales
Are you aware of my gaze?
Can you discern my silent praise
Of your lustrous coat and yellow eye?
Have you an inkling of my wish
That you be dealt a fair hand?
Do you care at all? Probably not,
Though I know you alighted here
From an abode in a higher ground
Where, perhaps, eternal ties
Bind us with unaware resoluteness.
Like an old friend I can only say
You've graced my weary mornings
With your lustrous coat
And your peering, yellow eye.
You're a great poet Rod, there's a lot we can learn from your poetry, thanks for sharing this admiration
Oh well, Kyvin, that's a matter of opinion. Our fellow poet Bri (see here below) thinks I'm a raving lunatic!
again. ;) oh, i see your response below. perhaps this will be good in a future showcase, if you wish. or i wish! ! bri :)
Oh, really, you can feature any poem of mine in the Showcase anytime you wish. Thanks for revisiting.
I like that you had a nice experience with a black bird, I didn't with mine lol. Then mine was more the barer of bad news.(never mind me) lol... I really enjoyed reading this. Annette
Thanks Annette, and will have to go a check out yours: Don't know, I suddenly became curious about black birds since this one appeared. Cheers!
i love it! i love birds as well. they are good buddies! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - in these lines i have my only suggestions for changes: [and the poem is good enough without my 'two cents'] ...........Probably not, Though I know you alighted here From an abode in a higher ground Where, perhaps, eternal ties Bind us with unaware resoluteness And like an old friend can only say You've graced my weary mornings .................to make the reading 'easier' (for me anyway) and to emphasize the two things**** mentioned in your LONG sentence: i suggest putting a period after resoluteness, deleting the And, capitalizing like, and inserting an I in between friend and can. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ***the two things: what you know AND what you can say. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - it would read now: .................Probably not, Though I know you alighted here From an abode in a higher ground Where, perhaps, eternal ties Bind us with unaware resoluteness. Like an old friend I can only say You've graced my weary mornings a great poem for MyPoemList. time for me to read more of someone else's now. bri :) i can picture the peering, yellow eye!
Hi Bri, Fantastic! Love your suggestions. Will change it first thing tomorrow morning. So glad you liked it. I did see a lustrous black bird with a clear yellow eye peering at me from the eave while I was sitting on my wheelchair the other day, and I can tell he was nearly as curious about me as I was about him! All the best to you... Rod
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You've graced my weary mornings With your lustrous coat And your peering, yellow eye. i read many of your poems here and fine transcendence comes up in so many poems.. every poet should transcend the mundane and delve in a level higher..... thank u for this poem dear poet. tony
Glad you liked this one Tony: you're now officially part of the slowest growing minority! , though really, if your poems were liked by everyone I'm of the opinion that they're probably mediocre.