A Poem by Beccy

Every day in the park,
he shared.
Scattered crumbs,
the happy chirruping
of his fellow party goers
a symphony to his ears;
whilst at his feet, leaves swirled
in approval, becoming alive again.

Passing by, there were those 
that understood,
those that didn't.
But all nodded a greeting,
somehow assured
by his metronomic presence;
the lightness of feathers
surrounding him like a halo,

'It rained today,' someone said
to someone else, their footfall
receding as time slipped.
'Bit of a chill in the air,
but he was still there.'

'Yes, he must be lonely,'
came the reply from someone
who didn't understand.
'Still, as long at is makes
him happy, and the birdsong
is rather pleasant.'

Then, one day, early autumn,
as shadows lengthened
and days became shorter,
he wasn't there.
A puzzle to those who
didn't understand;
especially when the birds
still chirruped and the
leaves swirled, as if waiting.  

'I expect he's passed away,'
someone said to someone else
after a week had gone by.
'He was pretty old wasn't he.'

"Yes, but he was never lonely,'
someone who understood replied.
'Giving does that for you.'

© 2020 Beccy

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loved the unfolding of this, the reader is drawn in to understanding, thanks for giving this great poem

Posted 2 Years Ago

I enjoyed this piece today.... reminds me of summertime as I love sit on the front porch and voice trivial opinions about the weather and such to passers by and occasionally role over some neighbourhood gossip.

Posted 2 Years Ago

As a feeder of birds, I quite relate to this
As an observer of the many wayward souls in our area, I see many fade away, as tho they never existed.
This also reminds me of a tour driver in Hawaii, who, on getting out of his limo, would hold his arms open to the birds, and they would be all over him.
I guess I am too generous to our birds because they have not yet felt the need to actually land upon me, knowing they will be fed, no matter what

Posted 2 Years Ago

You only miss people when they're gone.
We all do it, we never question it, never look to find out why.
What a story we might have gained if we just struck up a conversation.

Posted 2 Years Ago

A lovely story within
this poem..a tad sad
but. .i do believe
the giver always has
the most joy; and gladdens
the heart. for to give is also
to receive

well written
and expressed

Posted 2 Years Ago

what a poetic picture you painted here beautiful Beccy truly a lovely meditational embrace for my first sips of coffee this morning:) thank you

Posted 2 Years Ago

We only keep what we give and or share. Your story goes beyond to showing compassion even to our feathery friends. Birds teach us a lot and they do brighten our skies as your poetry does. Nice wording and dialogue Beccy...

Posted 2 Years Ago

"Then, one day, early autumn,
as shadows lengthened
and days became shorter,
he wasn't there."

Posted 2 Years Ago

This is a little bit more than just a little bit special..

Posted 2 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on February 22, 2020
Last Updated on February 23, 2020



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I'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..


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