I don't know why he hoots outside my bed
Sweet calming notes he holds and slurs in thirds
I wake out of my bones and fly this thread
Replete with loves that ring beyond my words
Sweet calming notes he holds and slurs in thirds
They oust the keening lullabies that screech
Replete with loves that ring beyond my words
To find the choices lost beyond my reach
They oust the keening lullabies that screech
I wake out of my bones and fly this thread
To find the choices lost beyond my reach
I don't know why he hoots outside my bed
i'd have to look up what a pantoum is, jette, but the form, the repetitions given the subject matter, the exploration of waking and dreaming consciousness, all make this an excellent poem. good stuff! -glen
The ordinary processes of natural things strike us as extrraordinary IF WE'RE PAYING ATTENTION. And your evocation of the owl is attentive to the beauty of its sound and the irreducible mystery of its being. Yoir poem lets this creative be itself, and your response is not knowledge but experience. I DON'T KNOW WHY? is repeated. It shows you are celebrating another life, not defining it. I find this view of an animal very moving.
Birds in the morning seem to have a strong effect on poets! I think I've written a handful of poems touching on this theme. Good one, Jette.
Thanks for reading and commenting Mihaela. I've been reading about Pantoums the rhyming and non-rhyming sorts and wanted to experiment.
Beautiful Pantoum....! Really wonder how you manage to write it keeping all norms in tact! Some how, I cannot think of bringing out a beautiful pantoum!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great! Now how about the 4th stanza.
Thanks for reading...pantoum requires 4 lines, but not 4 stanzas (number of stanzas is up to choice) . I chose three...simple and sweet.