Poem 48

Pink Gallahs m226

I have in my yard a vast array of birds

some nest

some hunt

some attack at certain times of the year.

I am forever in wonder

the colour

the sounds

the chirping

the singing.

Right now I hear the choir

singing their own rendition

of evening song.

Come rest my love
upon this weary heart

soak in my love

I give it freely

that you may

regenerate

grow strong

smile and once again

love me.

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22 Responses to Poem 48

  1. Bastet says:

    My wish,
    oh melancholy heart
    calling to the one so dear:
    weary of life
    weakened by sorrow,
    is that you may sing together
    among the birds
    that she may
    learn again of love’s delight
    through evening song
    with you.

    Your’s is an inspiringly beautiful poem.

  2. how this resonates….. and 6 simple words “I thank you my dear friend”

  3. RoSy says:

    Simply…BEAUTIFUL!

  4. So beautiful!! 🙂 🙂

  5. Hidden talents, mate, hidden talents.

  6. Sun says:

    love poems like love letters – a rare treat these days. very, very nice. sweet, thoughtful and tender moment. ☺

  7. annisik51 says:

    Holding you and your friend in my puny little prayers; but puny has, in the past, in our household, been enough. You mightn’t believe in all that stuff, but I’ll do it anyway you know! Keep writing. I walked! When I didn’t seem to be able to get any air into my lungs, I walked! Keep writing. Walking/writing, they’re the same. Kind regards Ann

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