Still have nothing to say
despite the lushness
of mist-cloaked May,
and the blackbirds yesterday,
vociferous in evening sun
I’ve been treating my mind like a library
of books already read,
feeling no urge
to look at them again
Perhaps more fruitfully
my mind can act as blackbird,
evening sun calm
along my wings.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2022
There is an interesting very short piece called “Blackbird,” by Messiaen that I listened to this morning on uTube. It was composed for piano and flute. Then, what a fun surprise to discover your poem “Blackbird” this afternoon!
I thought you might enjoy it, too.
Love,
Caroline
Thank you – I’ll check it out when we next have wifi –