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Tell me Blackbird
Tell me blackbird why do you sing?
I have asked many times before yet
am no wiser . . . . . .you do not answer
I don't think you know. perhaps
to accuse you such is unfair,maybe
I should climb your tree,or take
a ladder to the tiles,see the view
from which you sang today and
yesterday,the day before,tomorrow
and every other day that would be. l
would be without you but less.Yes
I'll take the ladder,sit upon the tiles
and sing. Will you stay and listen?
What shall I sing, a simple song?
Extemporised as yours?
Or take the violin, practice, as
you have done these thousand years
until the notes fly pure above the leaves
lost to all but memory, perhaps to know
why you sang today,yesterday
the day before and shall tomorrow
I have asked many times before yet
am no wiser . . . . . .you do not answer
I don't think you know. perhaps
to accuse you such is unfair,maybe
I should climb your tree,or take
a ladder to the tiles,see the view
from which you sang today and
yesterday,the day before,tomorrow
and every other day that would be. l
would be without you but less.Yes
I'll take the ladder,sit upon the tiles
and sing. Will you stay and listen?
What shall I sing, a simple song?
Extemporised as yours?
Or take the violin, practice, as
you have done these thousand years
until the notes fly pure above the leaves
lost to all but memory, perhaps to know
why you sang today,yesterday
the day before and shall tomorrow
Published 15th Dec 2017
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15th Dec 2017 1:48pm
simply beautiful
the expression
the poem
for the effect
it leaves on the reader
his mind
his heart!!
this is some level
above extra-ordinary!
the expression
the poem
for the effect
it leaves on the reader
his mind
his heart!!
this is some level
above extra-ordinary!
15th Dec 2017 9:45pm
15th Dec 2017 7:40pm
The poet is much blessed with the knowledge to listen
for such beauty. That he is also gifted to write and
convey the feeling of the experience
is a his gift to the world, as free as the blackbirds song.
Thank you for being who you are.
for such beauty. That he is also gifted to write and
convey the feeling of the experience
is a his gift to the world, as free as the blackbirds song.
Thank you for being who you are.
15th Dec 2017 10:39pm
To my friends and those who have earned my respect, I am Teri, if they so wish to use it.
Teri
Teri
16th Dec 2017 9:26am
15th Dec 2017 8:20pm
Mr Kexby, you are as that blackbird in the branches of a tree while this site of poets all gathered together yet singing their own melodies. You with nature as the key in which you sing is such a respite in this grove of others plying their songs.
Very much like this.
Very much like this.
