That noble hawk watching from the lightpole
Messenger from the otherside
This is the year that my father died.
This is the year that I put pen to paper
Bird scratch across the empty pages
Trying to capture a lifetime
A lifetime, then, oh,
The great unknown.
I wake to the smell of coffee
And the realization
That you are not of this world
No longer of this world
I write down memories
I say your name
I study birds in the morning sky
In the hope that I can keep you alive.
Already you are fading
Day turns to deep dark night
And my brother asks for signs
I only ask for answers
What is permanent? What is real?
(Day 11: 1 subject 30 ways #beliefpoem)
I have been writing on 1 subject (birds) all month, following the prompts posted on @amylvpoemfarm’sblog. Today’s poem was written in response to today’s prompt although it was written 2 years ago.