Little White Signs

Little White Signs

 

With the greatest respect

My love

That single white feather

You found upon waking

Came not

From a goose or a dove

Nor did it come from

Your pillow or quilt but

Rather from heaven above

Tis magic and love all mixed

Firmly together

These little white signs are

A gift

They prove you are always

Remembered my love

A sure indication your

Presence is essentially missed

 

 

Author's Note

I get the feeling this post is far from complete...

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I like to think that those single white feathers are a sign from our dearly departed, reminding us that they aren't that far away. It happens. It happens to me from time to time and it brings me comfort. Your poem Neville is very relatable as well as being beautiful. Those feathers make me pause and reflect on memories and that is special.

Chris

[Neville]

thank you Chris.. N

[Fay Slimm]

I still have the lump in my throat and tears in my eyes that this touching poem raised when I read it first time - - Little White Signs is a verse to remember. Bless you for sharing it Nev.

[Neville]

thank you so much for reading me.... x

[Eilis]

This is a beautiful tribute, Neville. At first reading I was thinking the dear one was a child that had moved from home, but then I felt it must be a soul passed on.

The way you’ve presented it, it’s as though life continues elsewhere in a more peaceful frame and those who’ve moved on are being showered by peace and love. Perhaps unaware of the shift. That’s a wonderful way of thinking about it.

I’m going to hold that idea/image in my head-heart for some time and imagine it as the truth. A lovely poem full of that painful/joyful mix of the human journey.

[Neville]

I am delighted with your vision and could not ask for a more encouraging response to these words Eilis .. thank you so much... Neville

[R.E. Ray]

"Little white signs" convey more than an angel's hovering wings. They symbolize purity, tenderness and humility, not only of those who have past, but who we aspire to be. A touching poem, Neville, surely inspired from personal experience.

[Neville]

Thanking you kindly and true my friend...

[Einstein Noodle]

well my friend ... very touching and romantically sentimental .. i wonder why she is essentially missed?? is it always missed when not present?? or missed because she has passed over??
if white hairs were feathers from heaven ... they are raining down in buckets ... and all on my side of the bed :)))))))))
your poem is vulnerable and romantic Nev ... a very natural flow and rhyme ... real beautiful ... and i hope she appreciates it my friend!
E.

[Neville]

Too kind sir but as always so very much appreciated .. thanking you Gene and true :))

[emmajoy]

At present I find a white feather on my pillow every morning. Happens this time of year when memories flood back in spite of trying to keep buzzy, having to keep buzzy. Somehow, however, that single quivering, wispy draught-blown feather reminds us of past smiles and - even more: reminds us to make more and more.. and more.

Your words are full of beautiful sadness, Neville.

[Neville]

thanking you emmajoy.. N

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's a little white sign with gargantuan meaning....
the memory will live in the hearts forever...a presence felt strongly in past, present and future.
j.

[Neville]

thank you jacob and true

[Crowley]

This is where I say Awwww...you ol’ softy. I love the thought of the gift and the sentiment of love. You are in the Holiday Spirit!

[Neville]

I just got home from a four hundred and twenty mile round trip to Sheffield (a friends cremation) am knackered and just had x2 shots of single malt. Cheers my friend... N x

[Crowley]

Sorry, and good for you. Relax, take a load off!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem so far my friend. A free-flowing white feather. Something beautiful to remind us. Life is more than us. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Neville]

thank you my friend... muchly appreciated and seasons best to you and yours...

Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.