The Blackbird is Flown
A short rhymed poem41 total reviews
Comment from jlsavell
Tony,
Your writing is always flawless, This tugs at the heartstrings. The march of time appears to progress in regression instead of the other way around.. a fact of life.
Sadly, but beautifully you have captured the essence of living in this exquisite work..
jimi
reply by the author on 09-Feb-2018
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Tony,
Your writing is always flawless, This tugs at the heartstrings. The march of time appears to progress in regression instead of the other way around.. a fact of life.
Sadly, but beautifully you have captured the essence of living in this exquisite work..
jimi
Comment Written 09-Feb-2018
reply by the author on 09-Feb-2018
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Very kind word, Jimi, and much appreciated.Thank you! Best wishes, Tony
Comment from Jesse James Doty
Very nicely put. The artwork is lovely and suited for this piece. I notice you rhyme in the way that you speak. Very clever, my friend. You say a lot about the loss of hearing and how you will still remember the blackbird's song. It is like sight. I will remember the sight of a beautiful sunrise even when my eyes go bad. You talk about the jumble of fears as your heartstrings grow cold. This is very touching and poignant. As we grow older we try to face our fears. As we journey alone we shall miss the things we used to take for granted. But no more. We know that we will miss the sounds and sights, as well as feelings, as we grow older. This is definitely worth a sixer, my friend. I can relate to how you feel. Thanks for putting into a rhymed poem what so many of us feel inside.
Take care, Jesse
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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Very nicely put. The artwork is lovely and suited for this piece. I notice you rhyme in the way that you speak. Very clever, my friend. You say a lot about the loss of hearing and how you will still remember the blackbird's song. It is like sight. I will remember the sight of a beautiful sunrise even when my eyes go bad. You talk about the jumble of fears as your heartstrings grow cold. This is very touching and poignant. As we grow older we try to face our fears. As we journey alone we shall miss the things we used to take for granted. But no more. We know that we will miss the sounds and sights, as well as feelings, as we grow older. This is definitely worth a sixer, my friend. I can relate to how you feel. Thanks for putting into a rhymed poem what so many of us feel inside.
Take care, Jesse
Comment Written 09-Feb-2018
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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Very many thanks for your review and comments, Jesse. I appreciate the six stars! Tony
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I enjoyed reading and reviewing your poem.
Jesse
Comment from RodG
I can easily relate to the Speaker here as I, too, am hearing impaired and often wonder if I TRULY hear the birdsong or just remember it from years past. I also relate to his "jumble of fears" as he ages. Isn't this what we poets hope for--to reach others like ourselves who understand? Rod
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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I can easily relate to the Speaker here as I, too, am hearing impaired and often wonder if I TRULY hear the birdsong or just remember it from years past. I also relate to his "jumble of fears" as he ages. Isn't this what we poets hope for--to reach others like ourselves who understand? Rod
Comment Written 09-Feb-2018
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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Very many thanks for your review and comments, Rod. Much appreciated! Tony
Comment from Susanjohn
Oh gosh! this leaves me feeling kinda sad...that "journey alone" got me....BUT, there is always a song in the heart :-) Nicely done Tony! I enjoyed reading :-)
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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Oh gosh! this leaves me feeling kinda sad...that "journey alone" got me....BUT, there is always a song in the heart :-) Nicely done Tony! I enjoyed reading :-)
Comment Written 09-Feb-2018
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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Very many thanks for your review and comments, Susan. Thanks, too, for the six stars. Much appreciated!! Tony
Comment from Sandra du Plessis
A very well-written short poem about the blackbird who flies away. Although the physical hearing is gone we still hear the song echoes in our mind.
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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A very well-written short poem about the blackbird who flies away. Although the physical hearing is gone we still hear the song echoes in our mind.
Comment Written 09-Feb-2018
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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Very many thanks for your review and comments, Sandra. Much appreciated! Tony
Comment from nancy_e_davis
The blackbird's song is a memory. It is there amidst many other things and people we remember as we age. Aging is something we all must face as well as death and we make those journeys alone. I have, and I miss all my dears. All those my age are gone and only the memories remain.
Well done Tony
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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The blackbird's song is a memory. It is there amidst many other things and people we remember as we age. Aging is something we all must face as well as death and we make those journeys alone. I have, and I miss all my dears. All those my age are gone and only the memories remain.
Well done Tony
Comment Written 09-Feb-2018
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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Very many thanks for your review and comments, Nancy. Much appreciated! Tony
Comment from damommy
Goodness, this doesn't sound like you. It's sad. 'and I journey alone' because the hearing is gone? The memories are stored in our mind until time and age take those, too.
This poem flows well and I hear good big of assonance in it, along with those three rhyming words.
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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Goodness, this doesn't sound like you. It's sad. 'and I journey alone' because the hearing is gone? The memories are stored in our mind until time and age take those, too.
This poem flows well and I hear good big of assonance in it, along with those three rhyming words.
Comment Written 09-Feb-2018
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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Very many thanks for your review and comments, Yvonne. Much appreciated! This one wasn't intended to be autobiographical -
not quite yet, anyway! LOL Tony
Comment from Mrs. KT
Hello!
Oh my goodness! Your offering is incredibly sad...especially the last line. I am hoping that your offering is not biographical! My favorite lines, and the ones that resonates with me personally, are as follows:
Though the blackbird is flown
and my hearing is gone
I still hear the song,
Poignant, yet beautiful, imagery...
diane
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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Hello!
Oh my goodness! Your offering is incredibly sad...especially the last line. I am hoping that your offering is not biographical! My favorite lines, and the ones that resonates with me personally, are as follows:
Though the blackbird is flown
and my hearing is gone
I still hear the song,
Poignant, yet beautiful, imagery...
diane
Comment Written 09-Feb-2018
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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Many thanks, Diane. Definitely not autobiographical - not yet, anyway! LOL Tony
Comment from Joy Graham
I have a lot of close family members in various stages of old age, so this poem is something I can relate to. I wish there was some way to slow down the aging process, but I guess it hits us all in due time whether we're ready or not. Yikes!
Joy xx
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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I have a lot of close family members in various stages of old age, so this poem is something I can relate to. I wish there was some way to slow down the aging process, but I guess it hits us all in due time whether we're ready or not. Yikes!
Joy xx
Comment Written 09-Feb-2018
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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Yes, it's sad to see those who were once so vibrant, gradually retire into themselves as their faculties deteriorate.
Comment from Barb Hensongispsaca
AGing may take our senses but our memory still holds the things that we can relate to over and over. Nicely done, sad but still true
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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AGing may take our senses but our memory still holds the things that we can relate to over and over. Nicely done, sad but still true
Comment Written 09-Feb-2018
reply by the author on 10-Feb-2018
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Thanks, Barb. Yes, age isn't so bad so long as one still has one's memories.
