Bird Song

What is to gain
From voicing aloud these words?
Granting them form in sound
Gains me naught.
.
So I swallow.
I perceive.
But I am loath to speak,
Even here to write these thoughts encoded.
I trust rather to hope,
Though hopeless I deem the pursuit
Of the perfection that could be,
That would be,
Even that should be.
.
So do not take my silence as wisdom,
Nor pensive pauses for time to digest.
I hold my tongue in disgust,
And shame at the separation
Of where we are,
And where we could be.

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2 responses to “Bird Song

  • Holistic Wayfarer

    I like the last three lines. I wonder if you could write a different last stanza – in another season… Not that I feel you need to. This poem just seems very much in the moment. I also would remove “aloud” in the first line, for the voicing.

    • dtdeedge

      Not sure about ‘aloud’,
      Because to me the voicing is not apparently oral.

      I may retouch later,
      In another season,
      But this was undoubtedly
      ‘In the moment’

      Thanks for making it over.

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