02-06-2022

Poetry-A flock of birds

A poem about grief-the image is from watching a flock of doves fly by as I was going to my grandmother’s funeral. It seemed like a sign that she was okay and all was as it should be. Poetry – A flock of birds was a poem written on the day and it recollects a specific moment.

Out of the cold, the remnants of melting snow,
The crackling of ice on pavement
a familiar sound of birds…

I was seeking peace,
doves above me, rise and fall
the sound of morning
and all I needed was peace

The sound of toil on a telephone pole
the incessant builder,
digging a hole.

I was seeking purpose
nothing stops in nature, every Machine
says its so, I was desperate for purpose
with no specific place to go

The richness of red in a winter landscape
remembered as a child, they call them a soul
seeking attention,

a high pitched chip as I walk home
the realization of joy, is knowing
we’re never alone
so why do we feel so, alone

I was seeking silence,
I was wanting joy, a familiar soul
in the sounds of birds among the trees
a small child I used to know

A poem I wrote when my grandmother passed away as she was 92. I saw this scene as I was driving to her funeral and the poem wrote itself.