The day will soon drown
in the dark indigo;
our tired bodies will rest in slumber.
“Shall we sleep in safety?”
I notice a bird on the roof.
“Are you perchance a guardian angel,
or just a hungry bird,
seeking a tidbit from me
before going to bed?”
My curiosity aroused,
I type ‘magpie’ into Google.
Ha, no mention, not a hint there
about my question.
Well, then, I’ll give it
my own interpretation.
I’ll invoke not only
the art of imagination
but rely on facts
based on association.
“I think you’re a true sentinel,
not just an ordinary bird.
I almost believe this to be true.
the guardian angel flies
across the sky flapping his wings –
so do you.
And the song you sing
is just like the sweet sound
of the angel’s harp.”
Copyright © 2014 Irina Dimitric
A beautiful poem. Puts me in mind of Whitman’s “A Noiseless Patient Spider.” Very nice!
Thank you, Doug. I’m glad you like it. Now I must look up Whitman’s poem.
I found Walt Whitman’s exquisite poem:
A NOISELESS, patient spider,
I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding, –
See more at: http://allpoetry.com/A-Noiseless-Patient-Spider#sthash.X5MpebaD.dpuf
Beautiful bird, great shot.
Thanks. I love our magpies.
Très beau Irina !
Belle et agréable journée, bisous de coeur ♥
Merci bien, Lucia.
Bonne journee a toi, bisous ❤
Very lovely poem… And truly well penned as always dear Irina…
I like your twist on the sentinel affaire over here…. You gave it your own interpretation, invoking “not only imagination but facts based on association’… Therefore, the bird became a true sentinel, a true winged guardian angel…
I like it very much my friend. I send you hugs and best wishes, Aquileana 😀
I’m very pleased that you understand my reasoning, dear Aquileana. 😉 And even more that you like the poem. Hugs, Irina
I truly love this piece, Irina.
Thank you so much, Pam.