Songbirds (new poem)

Songbirds (new song)

by Tim Kavi

My little songbirds

Fly back to us, every corner and tree,

for we are tired of sad songs.

We long for you to let us be

Yet we await your sacred word

As the flowered gardens

are watered all over the world.

Is there a finish to the whispering whirl

By the sweetest songs ever heard

We are like they are

stretching towards the light.

Yet we long for Nature to bring us back to life

Winter has come and gone

no stories to tell

there is the beckoning herald

no friends do greet you, you flew here alone

the red robin is coming

the whip-poor-will

the blue jay and cardinal

do mock the crow's song

until we sing no song alone

roosting on hearths near home

there is a nesting brood 

yet not all is at is seems

to celebrate Spring song

and Summer song's shrill

there is only the triumph

of my own song to be sung

chasing the currents to new heights

of glorified destiny

canvas unfurled

I long to fly with you

where you have already gone

to warmer climes

no time to dwell on unhappy songs.

artist's afterword: that's the Eastern Whippoorwill in the photo~~TK.

yet another afterword: Two weeks after I posted this poem, a bluebird showed up on my patio fence. The little cutie began chirping. When I went back there and spoke gently, the birdie responded with birdsong, not once, but twice. It was especially touching just after doing this poem!~~TK

Of All The Times I Miss (new poem)

Of  All The Times I Miss (new poem)

by Tim Kavi 

Of all the times

I miss the most

were moments like this

when running from it

I was overtaken by destiny's kiss

For there was no stopping

the times I so nobly miss

of seeing the light

in my mother's eyes

one last time

of seeing a smile

on my father's lips

as I spoke a rhyme

they are all gone now

but more than memories

are the guiding paths

of meaning and existence

that we must make

by holding a newborn baby

in our arms

of speaking love

to family, to the undenying

Other that we allowed 

in our hearts to make a home

and to sing and hope

for better times

and what we could do

become in love

a certain history

of what we had hoped

of loves never forgot

and loves we make today

of things liked

and esteemed

and walking through

valleys of despair and grief

we find new futures

we have but dreamed.

afterward: to the world with love, there is a future beyond our losses

and grief. There is the sanctuary of hope and the power of love.~~TK