Gray
He lay in silence. A fragile finch—
Its wings enfolding hollow chest.
Gray day, gray light casts gray on gray.
The room grew still.
Outside a mockingbird mocked
as life took flight on wings of silver.
Death ought not come
to such as this—a child.
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simply told
achy sad
Sad and heartbreaking .
a beautiful write, so deft your touch
How sad and how your words sing.
So touching, Victoria.
Exquisite, as Susan says. I really admire and envy your delicacy of touch in writing of sadness.
Wow… so powerful and captures the deep sadness of loss.
Powerful writing, Victoria. So much emotion expressed with the maximum economy. Did you catch this poem, also about the death of a bird http://cathrynhill.blogspot.co.uk/2013/02/reality.html ?
A very sad poem, when an innocent dies nothing makes sense but yes beautiful in its simplicity.
my sympathy in your grieving…
your poem captures the depth… if only there were no mocking bird.
oh my… death is always tough but if a child has to go it’s double hard.. sensitively penned victoria…
I can just picture the child…small, gray, fragile as a little bird…what could be more tragic? Beautifully and tenderly described, Victoria.
This is very dear and sad beside very well written. One of my birds recently passed. I was mad and sad and cursed the bird for 30 minutes. I didn’t expect it. I thought I could count on the bird, having experienced too much of what you are writing about. A very good poem. One of my favs tonight.
How every sad, Victoria, but the poem is exquisite in its simplicity.
Victoria–here you have said it all by implying everything, giving us the bare bird-bones of grief. So well done. Prompts such a visceral response.
ugh…the death of a child is brutal…you softened the blow a bit with it being a bird…but even still…and the mockingbird…dang him….
No need to say more. A brief life and its end. Moving.
Tears. There are tears in my eyes. You have beautifully written this piece. Thank you.
Good Stuff. Gray; Very Powerful.
As as your request, here’s the url for my submission for this week
http://thekidadolfus.wordpress.com/2013/02/15/poem-of-the-week-13022013-writing-2/
Not a word wasted here. Beautifully sad and tragic.
Beyond heartbreaking…
Victoria, the death of a ‘youngster’ is always sad…. the picture will haunt me tonight. (Poor thing.) And your words tell the story well.