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Poetry as the Mockingbird Sings
“My heart is like a Mockingbird, it sings of your enthralling soul every now and then. And, even when I yearn to evade the lyric. I can’t. Because, as it turns out, it’s a sin to kill a Mockingbird.”
― Mohit Kaushik |Yenugwar|
Poetry as the mockingbird sings
though fraught with a bent and broken wing
a voice of faith and belief all will be well
once the torment has swelled and eased
praying gentle rain will soothe, bring relief
for though this fragile body is failing
and now forever earthbound
someday this soul will soar ever higher
into the arms of the billowy clouds
then I– the poet will be the poetry
as the delicate wind carries me
so listen for my song’s whisper
floating on the evening breeze.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Amazing piece, Linda! 🤗
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Thank you Beckie. I appreciate your lovely thought!
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“then I– the poet will be the poetry as the delicate wind carries me so listen for my song’s whisper
floating on the evening breeze,” … Sigh this is utterly exquisite, Linda! ❤️
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Thank you Sanaa.
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the poet will be poetry…what a lovely idea (K)
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Thank you! For some odd reason, this comment was in my SPAM. Sorry for the late response!
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WordPress is wacky these days. At least it showed up somewhere! Comments are disappearing all over the place…
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It’s so calming…the words ‘ then I – the poet…breeze.’ Its magical.
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Thank you!
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Lovely! This says it all: “the poet will be the poetry/as the delicate wind carries me…” 🙂
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Thank you Anmol, truly.
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Oh this is very beautiful, Linda. I especially love the description of the mockingbird with bnt and broken wing, but with the belief all will be well. I try to cling to that belief too, though some days it is harder, given our current global scenario.
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Yes, s true. Thank you so much Sherry.
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This is lovely❣️The thought of the poet becoming the poetry,,
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Thank you!
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Such a beautiful view of poetry
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Thank you Susie.
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We don’t have mockingbirds over here and I would love to hear one in real life. I wonder how many poets’ songs whisper on the evening breeze.
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Their song is lovely. I wonder too; I’m guessing many. Thank you Kim.
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How beautiful! Particularly the conclusion.
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Thank you Rosemary!
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then I– the poet will be the poetry – love that!
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Thank you!
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Lovely. I love listening to the mockingbirds outside my window.
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Yes, so do I. Thank you Merril.
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I love the image of being the poet here… sometimes we all wish to be saviors
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Yes, we do. Thank you Bjorn.
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Beautiful
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Thank you so much!
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Such a beautiful poem! My favourite line is
“the poet will be the poetry
as the delicate wind carries me”
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Thank you!
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