In a darkness
In a darkness
In a darkness, before morning light,
I heard the first one call out as though
for my ears only:
whip
poor
will.
13 thoughts on "In a darkness"
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I like the word play here!
But I heard it too!
I’m glad you heard it, too. Each time I hear the first one, I remember my grandfather waited to hear it before he planted corn.
Comment in reference to jst poetry’s comment.
There is word play, the bird must have been bullied…
I really enjoyed how you broke the last word into three lines, drawing it out.
Thanks for reading and liking the single word lines. Short lines evoke emotion.
Your poem made me go oooooo in all the best ways!
I like the fact that my poem was met: in all the best ways! Thank you, Deanna…
Rudy, so good to read your poems again.! The whippoorwill was always one of my favorite spring-summer sounds. I love how you personalized the call for your ears alone. I felt that way as well.
I always value your words, Sylvia.
Truly does sound like it is for our ears only. Nice twist at the end with the word play.
Thanks for writing your comments and liking the twist at the end of my poet.