Counterpoint
After the nightly news
comes the wood thrush
The monks of the forest
sing a sundown service
Buried like jewels
in canopy cathedrals
their clarity of truth
shines with good news
and rises above all falsehood
_____Colleen Redman / Poets United
August 13th, 2017 9:08 am
Well a bit of that truth is what the world needs now
August 13th, 2017 9:19 am
Yes, somehow the weight of reality manages to push back on what is merely clamor. A nice contrast drawn between our current culture and what really matters.
August 13th, 2017 9:21 am
We need to spend time, I think, listening to those wood thrushes & silencing the voices of falsehood all around us.
August 13th, 2017 10:48 am
Aaaah…so much peace. Feel like taking a bit rest here with the “forest monks”, in the “canopy cathedral” filling the ears with “sundown service”. So beautiful and honeyed.
August 13th, 2017 11:17 am
love the birds being called monks of the forest…
August 13th, 2017 11:21 am
This is so lovely.. a breath of fresh air.. your poem..!❤️
August 13th, 2017 12:19 pm
Such a peaceful poem of which I enjoyed reading.So thank you for sharing it.
August 13th, 2017 1:01 pm
…and don’t we all need a dose of nature to restore our equilibrium after listening to the nightly news!
August 13th, 2017 1:20 pm
What an amazing and refreshing counterpoint….loved this image…
‘buried like jewels
in canopy cathedrals’
August 13th, 2017 1:36 pm
Colleen, how I love this! My new favourite of yours. I love the “monks of the forest”, spreading their peacefulness in counterpoint to the cacophony humans are making right now. Gorgeous writing!
August 13th, 2017 5:05 pm
No! It is mourning about our loss of peaceful settlement in our mt.s away from prejudice and judgment from the South to the North. But they can never take away the Spirit from the East to the West. 🙂
ZQ
August 13th, 2017 5:36 pm
Oh Colleen, this is so lovely. We need this counterpoint especially today. Thank you.
August 13th, 2017 7:03 pm
‘buried like jewels
in canopy cathedrals’….beautiful.
August 13th, 2017 8:39 pm
Long may they rise
August 13th, 2017 10:50 pm
Thank you for making it available to us too. Yes, your poem (like the original experience) restores the eternal verities.
August 14th, 2017 7:47 am
How right you are. Even from so far away I have a feeling that the population is being frightened into submission and acceptance.
August 14th, 2017 2:43 pm
I haven’t heard a wood thrush since I left Pennsylvania over 20 years ago, yet I can still hear their soothing song in my soul, a song that can make even the nightly news fade away into insignificance.