no blackbird attended

I planted a new future
six feet below our grounded toes
spread out, clover between them
for a firmer grip

I chittered like a tit
farflung guests never to be remet
sun kissed gravel paths
suited midnight

my goodbyes said milennia ago
soul and meager frame fading
drowning beyond rescue
soiled wings struggling, oilcoated

and I was numb
and I was saddened

but mostly free




Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2016-07-10 at 13:10

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh and I forgot write "all your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive"
2016-07-14


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is wonderful. I see it as a homage to the history of man.
You write so eloquently.
2016-07-14


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Each stroke of pen or type of key is equivalent to paint on canvas. I'm seeing images, moods flowing and floating in my mind. Amazing poetry!
2016-07-11


Katarina Wikholm
Lol I had never heard of Wallace Stevens, now he's on my tbr pile.
The first two lines of the second stanza need polishing. They contain the sentiment and the correct image but the rhythm is still off. The birds and the gravel echo my related poems and the blackbird is both a strong renowned songbird here, known for mourning in the night. But it's also a nod and a wink to the Beatles
2016-07-10


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
echoes of wallace stevens in your poem.

the connection between what lies below and "free" is true, you made a hard concept clear.

i'll bookmark it to make sure i remember that there is a difference between obscure and subtle. this is the latter.
2016-07-10