Songs in the Key of Darkness
Long before the city opens
its yawning rev and rumble,
and the sun is still snuggled
under horizon’s dark blankets,
the birds send up
their festive invitations:
mantra of twittered gossip,
melodious zen enticements.
I sit on my balcony,
sleep a distant remembrance,
interrupted nightly by the dance
of worst case scenarios:
fever, fires, insane
men who rule the world.
The black sky soothes
the oppression of clouds.
With all that we have lost,
is it wrong to love these birds?
To feast upon
their joyous seeds of hope?
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Always such wonderful imagery, Sylvia! “yawning rev and rumble” – wow! And, what would we do without the birds to sing us out of our misery?
This is beautiful, Sylvia, and it starts with the title!
Love it! Mantra of twittered gossip!
Nice images Sylvia. I have never heard birdsong as beautiful as this spring. Love the poem – Love the title!
Thanks all for your comments!
Sylvia, your poem is like a breath of air. I love how it ends with a (somewhat) rhetorical question. I like that the poem is exudes calm the way you do in person.
Sylvia, love the poem with it’s tenor of bleakness countered, thankfully, by the optimism we find in unpolitic birds! Hear! Hear!
I feel right there with you on that balcony, and so many good images, eg., yawning rev and rumble, mantra of twittered gossip.
This poem is amazing! I truly love it’s lyricism and it’s message.
Beautiful.
Beautiful poem, and powerful questions.
Appreciate you all tuning in. Keep writing the wonderful poems and have peace in your day!
Another beautiful poem that sings with the birds, even when sleep is disturbed by the worst case scenario.
Wonderful
No, it’s right to love the birds.