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blackbird's song

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I pull the curtains on the blackbird’s song

The youth of the year’s calling

I’m safe indoors

Stoke up the fire

Let winter last so long

That spring will come

Too late

 

Too late for me

The blackbird's song

It only brings back a past ache

Let young ears hear the blackbird’s song

As old ears quake

 

This dusk time is too raw for me

A time of adventure and of yearning

I hate to hear the blackbird's song

The sound of another year turning

 

I long for darkness and for sleep

And silence to rule in my kingdom

I don’t want the searching need

Of daylight lengthening

And blackbirds singing

 

 

 

spring

◄ scar tissue

eating spring ►

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Ann Foxglove

Fri 18th Feb 2011 08:39

Yes Win, I think nature knocking sums it up. It wasn't meant to be a poem of despair, just the feeling of the almost overwhelming poignancy of spring. Just posted a cheery spring poem now! And thanks to all you lot below too! ;-)

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winston plowes

Fri 18th Feb 2011 00:10

Aha, glad I have found this, cabin feverish. nature knocking song. post imbolc bedtime tune. Win XXX

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Thu 17th Feb 2011 21:49

I love this Ann - all of it - and a nice twist.I also find myself marking every passing week & month these days - life just seems to shoot by for me. I wouldn't go wishing those weeks away Ann - we're all a long time dead tha' knows - there'll be plenty of silence soon enough. xx

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Laura Taylor

Thu 17th Feb 2011 16:20

This is so sad Ann...if this is personal to you, then I really hope you feel better once Spring comes along. Don't give up.

It's a beautiful and sad poem - so even if you are feeling blue, then you have managed to make something delicate and poignant out of it

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Chris Co

Thu 17th Feb 2011 11:13

I love the opening two lines.

Although the poem is very good I would have been tempted to have ended it after the first two stanzas.

I think the first two stanzas say everything that needs to be said and captures the moment...subjective of course.

Anyway- good poem Ann and one that must come from the heart.

My Best

Chris

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Chris Dawson

Thu 17th Feb 2011 11:07

I, too, like the last verse. Good poem.
Cx

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Thu 17th Feb 2011 10:19

Ann, this is a heart-wrencher from Line 1, expressed with thrilling sensitivity and great poetic skill, the enveloping despair a feral twist on the 'blackbird' norm. IMO, the final verse is outstanding, and the whole poem is one of the best I have ever read.

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Ray Miller

Thu 17th Feb 2011 09:08

Hello Ann. I read your comments on the altered states thread. I think it's something we all go through, that state of self-consciousness. It's important to remember why you are writing, yes. No reason - in theory - wht writing can't be therapeutic and brilliant!
Here, I thought the opening image, pulling the curtains on the blackbird, was terrific and for 9 or 10 lines a good poem - you might try "echoes" for brings back.
I thought it fell a bit flat after that, though.

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Dave Bradley

Wed 16th Feb 2011 23:46

A good poem, Ann. The blackbird's song is poignant indeed. If it was rarer we'd travel to hear it. But the poem continues the recent thread of sadness. I hope that's an 'altered state' which alters.

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