The Next World
The cowbirds crowd out the flock
But catbirds sing in spite of that
Beautiful solos
that need no accompaniment
Blank-checked tickets
to all that is timeless
They track the route
back to my youth
where the world
was laid before me
With their heralding of peace
and maps of migration
they return again like angels
bridging innocence and aging
bringing news of the next world
________Colleen Redman / Poets United
June 3rd, 2018 2:59 am
With their heralding of peace
I think of them as angels
Such elements that propose peace have been sorely missed. Peace is forever elusive!
Hank
June 3rd, 2018 9:22 am
Ah, the road from youth to age—your poem has expressed the journey well.
June 3rd, 2018 9:23 am
Soon we will be migrating to the next world.
June 3rd, 2018 10:00 am
A beautiful write!!
June 3rd, 2018 10:40 am
I love the migrating birds, returning like angels.
June 3rd, 2018 12:58 pm
Oh, how I love birds of every kind. This was such a lovely write!
June 3rd, 2018 1:02 pm
Such a powerful opening to this poem ??
June 3rd, 2018 5:17 pm
I like how you describe the connection between youth and aging and make room for news of the next world. Lovely witing!!
June 3rd, 2018 9:30 pm
Wow! As usual you captured our (your) transition into age, as I sit here drinking soda water spiked with vodka and eat dates that will prolong my quest for the fountain of youth… I still believe it’s in our mountains, streams, rivers, and lakes.
June 3rd, 2018 10:23 pm
What a beautiful poem this is and it is a great reminder to witness all the lovely things that are in our lives knowing that the bad will eventually pass.
June 4th, 2018 7:24 am
bridging innocence and aging… love that!
June 4th, 2018 1:45 pm
Beautiful words of our feathered friends.
I will await their heralding, their song – but not too soon, not too soon…
Anna :o]
June 4th, 2018 2:42 pm
I think they prepare us over the years to that the migration will be a part of all our lives. That is the feeling. Herald us in and out and in between remind us.
June 4th, 2018 11:46 pm
Lovely! You make me wish I could hear catbirds. (Or even see them. They are unknown here.)