Whippoorwill
I wake to the sound
Whippoorwill
Achingly lonely
Whippoorwill
Calling at midnight
Whippoorwill
I join his vigil
Whippoorwill
But none comes, to be
Whippoorwill
With him or with me
Whippoorwill
It is too soon.
Whippoorwill
Whippoorwill
Whippoorwill
4 comments:
I hear the insistent calling of this bird's song, and the long nights of listening to its wild lone. Very nice poem....
Wow. The repetitive longing is so clear. I feel sorry for you both.
I think this should be a reading in 2 parts with someone reading the lines and someone else saying the whippoorwills. Interesting concept.
Bob
I love the "with him or with me" part. Very personal.
Beautiful.
Deb
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