Saturday, July 13, 2013
They Cannot Kill the Mockingbirds
They Cannot Kill the Mockingbirds
L. Edgar Otto July 13, 2013
A slice thru time so thin yet so full the Now
No thought for tomorrow, no regrets in yesterday
Today is Yesterday's Tomorrow and
It is Always Morning Somewhere in the World
Raindrops become horizontal rods
Your charged heart drinks from the rain barrel
The weather front moves seeded lightning
Changes the climate and the wind
How fleeting you are by the rose garden
One seasons flower but hardly mortal
The sundial and shadows pole dancing star
Only once did we return in spiral promises
Hearts Helen Keller deaf and blind we then
In the company of mocking birds dawn chorus
Evening's goodbye's, at eclipse all night walking
Moon beams by the planetarium
Smooching in the Old Forest Theater or the
Arboretum no one goes so late ten years ago
A coed vanished there Tom Wolfe's words in bronze
O grieved ghost lost to the wind come back again
Recycled or no deposit, no return the staves shift
Those scratches age but not your song in fading scars
Life running thru the rosy thorns, black berry briers
Goodnight Sweetheart, and urn, and dust and stars
So deep the grasping sense of life a cage yet fans desires
Shared songs ours yet not our own mocks not Love's fires
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Your poem deserves multiple readings ... which I've done. With each read, I experienced something new, different .. I did enjoy this.
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'Shared songs ours yet not our own mocks not Love's fires' ~ an interesting thought...dig deeper...looking forward to read more of yours...
ReplyDelete"O grieved ghost lost to the wind come back again"
ReplyDeleteThat was my favorite line in this very atmospheric piece.
I should make it clear that the ghost grieved by the wind was on a bronze plaque entering the arboretum and today is yesterdays tomorrow and it is always morning somewhere in the world in large bronze letters around the sundial a the Morehead planeterium, around that the rose garden with a small place for Keller. In chapel hill, and yes the mockingbirds sang all night but he does not have his own song as far as I know. But I do weave here (not as beautiful as I think it could have been, some obscure cosmology and perhaps a hint of someone left when life became real and not superficial scars. Yes Fireblossom, the atmosphere drips with moonlight and the theater students rehearsing in the quad, in Chapel Hill, NC
ReplyDeleteWell done L.E. "atmospheric" is the word
ReplyDeleteSo much to love in this..I found so many lines I could quote, but I settled on one.."Those scratches age but not your song in fading scars" Beautiful piece!
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