From Mockingbird Poems…
How does the mockingbird chose his song,
Learned bits of mimicry
Like the memory of a screen door
Slamming in summer,
A tornado siren,
A cry over my skinned knee;
The mockingbird chose a song when I chose tears.
Later, on my father’s strong shoulders
We watched the leaves go belly-up
And the sky go yellow.
It’s no wonder I write better when the power goes out.
(In progress copyright 2009 Kim Nixon)
Posted on May 31, 2009, in In My Own Backyard, Memory and Memoir, Poetry and tagged inspired by birdsong, Mockingbird poems, New poems. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
I like this kim, especially the second stanza
Thanks…bits and pcs. are happening. More importantly it is happening with things I like and want to expand upon.
Going to a writer’s conference in September. Gotta get busy.
:-)