Image: A Red-winged Blackbird (here)
blackbird
rumpled (ruffled or dishevelled appearance)
waving sparse rusty seed shawl gate line
gone conducting
where have the blackbirds flown
to leave a rumpled bed of roses empty
of feelings without waving a goodbye
reminiscent of dementia afflicted being
sparse of ideas and rusty in thoughts
a pity that seeds of memory are cloaked
under a shawl of emptiness not having
the luxury of surmounting beyond the gates
of decency, much sought by those unfortunate
enough to have gone across the line of
reasoning memory and thoughts that
gone conducting
where have the blackbirds flown
to leave a rumpled bed of roses empty
of feelings without waving a goodbye
reminiscent of dementia afflicted being
sparse of ideas and rusty in thoughts
a pity that seeds of memory are cloaked
under a shawl of emptiness not having
the luxury of surmounting beyond the gates
of decency, much sought by those unfortunate
enough to have gone across the line of
reasoning memory and thoughts that
conducting normal chores are beyond them
MMT's The Whirligig #284
Bjorn's at d'Verse OLN #274
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Wow, very solemn and heartbreaking. It is well written with a plethora of emotion and heart. Another masterpiece from you, Hank. You write some of the best poetry!
ReplyDeleteWonderful to read but so sad, well done Hank.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
I was struck by the way you used the departing blackbird as your trigger for this piece. This is a writer's writer's piece, if you know what I mean! Stimulating as ever Hank
ReplyDeleteYes, very heartbreaking.
ReplyDeleteYour first three lines create a good metaphor for dementia, that feeling of emptiness for those at a loss and those witnessing it.
ReplyDeleteAwful indeed as such aspects strike
ReplyDeleteA sad piece Hank - Where have the blackbirds flown?
ReplyDelete:( So sad
ReplyDeleteSadly we all wear out a little as we get older. We may remember our childhood but not what we did yesterday.
ReplyDeleteThis image is outstanding, and will stick with me for a long time:
ReplyDelete"...seeds of memory are cloaked
under a shawl of emptiness..."
Yes the blackbirds leave us behind... I miss their song
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