Dear Whippoorwill
I miss the haunting
Way you talked to me in spring
Love’s lonely echo
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I miss the haunting
Way you talked to me in spring
Love’s lonely echo
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A beautiful tribute.
Thanks, Lee! Sometimes I play a soundtrack of that call on the computer before I go to sleep just to remind me.
I am going to do this. We probably listened to the same whipporwill across the ridge.
Here we are on our wavelength again – I’ve got a bird poem this morning, too. The last line in your poem is exquisite!
Yes – I saw that and laughed. Great poem!
I spent a few days in the country last week. There they just before dawn to whipping away. (ls that what they do?) One started whippoorwilling near my bed. It was incredibly close and loud. I said to myself, “I’ve missed you.”
I love the idea of them “whipping. away.”
Such a touching and ethereal poem. 💜
This is a nice one. Birds have such distinct sounds, and you always do seem to miss them more in their absence.
The image of this haiku reverberating like birdsong! “Love’s lonely echo” sheww!
I’m haunted by the absence of whippoorwills, too. I love the way you used the epistolary form. The ache.
Thanks
great capture of their haunting way. My husband,
Larry Vogt, has a new book “When Whippoorwills Call, a back to the land memoir.” They clearly called to him also.
Haunting wistfulness in this achingly beautiful tribute
I love the Whippoorwill!
love this miniature elegy with an environmental subtext
The most poetic birdsong, I think, and you do it justice here. Lovely.
When Whippoorwill calls . . .
and evening is nigh
i travel to my Blue Heaven . . . love this 40’s tune and thank you for bringing me to Whippoorwill’s call . . . comforting