Friday, April 18, 2008

Lonesome Whippoorwill

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:

djbrown said...

I hear the insistent calling of this bird's song, and the long nights of listening to its wild lone. Very nice poem....

Pat said...

Wow. The repetitive longing is so clear. I feel sorry for you both.

Anonymous said...

I think this should be a reading in 2 parts with someone reading the lines and someone else saying the whippoorwills. Interesting concept.

Bob

Anonymous said...

I love the "with him or with me" part. Very personal.

Beautiful.

Deb