when the whippoorwill wouldn’t shut up
in spring
the whippoorwill preached
unrelentingly
in the tree outside our bedroom window
a series of sermons on finding a mate,
keeping us from sleep,
compelling us nightly to relish
our fortune in finding each other
again and again
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What a delightful play on words! I love everything about this sermonizing lonely bird poem.
beautiful. I have to say I love your voice in your writing. It always speaks to me and I look forward to reading your work.
We have two whippoorwills preaching in our yards. I don’t think I can think of them differently after reading this.
Thanks for a whippoorwill poem! Love it!
I love how this turns expectations and surprises!
whip-poor-will is one preacher i love to hear
Love the title & the idea of a whip-poor-will “preaching.” Also like the way you bring his search for a mate back to the narrator’s situation.
The lonely bird preacher reminds the narrator to be grateful! Love the lesson of this poem!