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.


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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