Whip Poor Will’s Song – A Poem

Whip-Poor-Will’s Song

Be kind she says
be kind
a madness steals my mind
whip-poor-will’s song takes flight
quickening delight

fields of
wind-swept snow
melt
the shallow March grass

Strangely
she says to me
to me in my misery
fleeting
now the idle plow

joy and fright
sanctified
Holy Light
consumed

in the End

there I stand
blanketed in my room
to ask just to ask

Her

Step light across my threshold bare
unstrap the locks within your hair
am I worth the torrents that play
amidst your park on Saturday?

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10 thoughts on “Whip Poor Will’s Song – A Poem

  1. Joseph, this is beautiful. I popped over here after eavesdropping on your conversation with KB on his blog. In terms of formatting, at the end of a line, use shift-enter to get a single-spaced line.

  2. Pingback: Age of Aquarius: Let the Sunshine In! | Blog It or Lose It!

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