Birdsong
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
birdsong
The ghost of death
forever defying love
haunts us all for one long day.
There will be funerals
and somber words spoken in reflection of lives passed
on some days and you won’t have enough
money and you’ll swear
that your only way out
is to pilot your own demise.
And some days you’ll make love all day
knowing only that tomorrow will be exactly the same.
When sweetness is torn from you
do not thrash obscenely at heaven and poison your spirit
or tremble into dark pacts
that assure temporary relief.
No, give your love away to death
and it’s icy sting becomes lover’s hands
and whispers of welcome to the dawn.
For your great care is needed
and there will always be another chance
to give your love
and to love you is what makes it wonderful
to live.
Her Two Cents
There has been a flurry of creative activity happening on the Brooklyn and Manhattan missed connections feeds for the last few weeks and I’ve been fortunate enough to preserve a few truly wonderful pieces of writing before they disappear, are flagged, or removed. Finding a poem like this one makes the effort of scanning thousands of messages every week worthwhile. A heartfelt thank you to whoever you are.
