Sorrow Song
"Who knows if birds are not a collection of all our sorrows" Colette Marin-Catherine
Last night I cried in my dreams because of stories
pasted together from small moments of my day
pain too deep to admit, rejection, fear
In the darkness of 5 am, birds sing
How do they know when it is the right time to begin?
Their compositions signal that they exist
I hear their conversations but do not understand
But that is not why they are here.
I cannot internalize the world's historical pain
How each story creates a whole
All I can do is listen to one person's story
And imagine the sorrow
Allow the birds to collect my thoughts
Create a soundtrack for my reflection
And fly away
only to return the next day
With another story, a new song from the same notes.
A very remarkable Sorrow Song, but imaginable, true brilliant poem.5 Stars for this gorgeous Sorrow Song. Most deserving as The Member Poem Of The Day! Congratulations!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank You Heather. An amazing poem. Feeling every word.