WHERE THE CUCKOO SINGS

WHERE THE CUCKOO SINGS

A Poem by DIVYA
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A visit to a nearby cemetery...

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In a quiet, far-off place somewhere

A verdant field, of graven stone

Cutting the stillness of the air

A stray cuckoo sings there, all alone

 

She sings unfeigned, from dusk to dawn

In dulcet, deep, hypnotic tones

For mortal souls to dust reborn 

Funereal earth, shielding their bones

 

And what this little minstrel mourns

Is that which they have left un-done 

The end of all earthly sojourns 

Each race or battle left half-won

 

Robbed of tender hopes and dreams

They lie in wretched silence there

No pledge or promise to redeem 

As Hyacinths bloom without a care

 

Numbed by the cuckoo’s sad reprise

I thought of those that I did spurn

Grey oceans welled up in my eyes

For those who’d never now return 

 

Just once, if I could make amends  

I’d burrow, till fingers turned to stubs

With the futility of dust, I’d contend

And every thorn and prickly shrub

 

But the sage-like trees sigh knowingly 

Through the pall of thickly falling leaves 

Whispering, the graveyard is in me

And that’s the burden that I grieve 

 

Those blains of regret in me, weep  

Unceasing, in the sun or rain

While restful graves, the lifeless keep

Beyond the bounds of worldly pain

 

It’s not this garden, full of bloom

To me, that timeless sorrow brings

What shadows me, is my own gloom

Not the place, where the cuckoo sings

 

© 2019 DIVYA


Author's Note

DIVYA
Inspired by my dearest poet...I'll keep trying to rhyme.

Thank you for reading...


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your rhyming is perfect here.
but what's said in these words, is similar perfection to me.
Made me think of all those creative geniuses who died before their time...when there was still much left uncreated ....Buddy Holly in the plane crash...one who was revolutionizing rock music...only 22 years old...sylvia plath, only 30....writing her best stuff as she inhaled the gas...and snuffed out her own life...with the pages of her life's book still turning.
Many gone before their time...Emily Dickinson looking out her bedroom window seeing the graves of her friends who died of consumption...and i think she sees you there walking among the stones.
love this poem,
j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


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DIVYA

2 Months Ago

And I love this review. Thank you so much for relating to this poem, my friend. Your words mean so m.. read more
 wordman

3 Weeks Ago

my pleasure,and thanks for the new year



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sad,touching write,loved all the images

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


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DIVYA

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you my friend....
As Hyacinths bloom without a care...
I will lie in a Garden where church bells ring
and I shall wake when comes my Time to
my home in Heaven where loved ones roam.
truly a lovely poem that graces my heart forever more. truly, Pat

Posted 1 Month Ago


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DIVYA

1 Month Ago

Thank you so much for appreciating this poem, dear Pat...
For those souls now at rest death was/is a repose, an accepted reprieve, they sleep in peace, contrasting to those who were once in their confidence and still very much alive, perhaps the cuckoo's song is a reminder things could/should of been much less attritional, our conscious won't let us forget??

Amazing and subjectively contemplative in poetic presentation 🥇

Posted 1 Month Ago


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DIVYA

1 Month Ago

Thank you for your kind visit and wonderful review, my friend.
stunning Divya! love the contrast in:"...verdant field, of graven stone" brilliant says i! simply brilliant! and the consonance in " dulcet, deep .." i hear the deep of an oboe and cello ... the language is everyday but the way you have strung it together hints of classic .. like "While restful graves, the lifeless keep" ... spot on rhyming in my opinion .. what a keeper ..should be published elsewhere says i! the patience to craft this is evident ... or else you were taken over by the muse and your inspiration ... she has to be thoroughly blessed by the tribute :)
E.

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DIVYA

1 Month Ago

Thank you very much for appreciating this poem, E..... :)
dear DIVYA... the Cuckoo sings of regret and how to make amends if we could. The mournful song lies in the meadow where hyacinth hide between the sighs of Lilly of the Valley where loved ones rest. Your poetry is expressed with rain drops on buttercups. truly, Pat

Posted 2 Months Ago


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DIVYA

2 Months Ago

Thank you so much for such a beautiful review, dear Pat. For your gracious thoughts and words on thi.. read more
First, I applaud your masterful rhyming. So often poets lose something when they force lines to rhyme. That's not the case with this poem. Second, the imagery and mood you create in his poem are intense. I felt as if I were standing along a weedy fence row, looking over a family cemetery, regretting all the missed moments, thanks yous and I'm sorrys. What I feel most here is being trapped in my own head, much like those loved ones encased in black soil. An exceptional work!

Posted 2 Months Ago


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DIVYA

2 Months Ago

That was indeed what brought this poem on, Ray, a visit to the family burial grounds. Though the vis.. read more
This is a perfect pastorale with edges. Layers of meaning fit so wonderfully within the complex but flowing ryhme.
There is great but melancholy beauty here

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DIVYA

2 Months Ago

Thank you for such encouraging words, Ken.
As the cukoo sings its sullen refrain ..it mourns for what is left undone speaks volumes of what could have been had these mortal souls have lived..a sad yet breathtaking beautiful piece
with rhyme and rhythm spot on..
nice work dear Divya

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DIVYA

2 Months Ago

Indeed so much is always left undone...thats the sad bit about earthly life. Thank you so much for a.. read more
Many nuanced poets aspire to throw down some abstract words and have the reader be led along various paths of meaning . . . this (what you've done) is what many are trying to do. While I can see your own literal path thru a cemetery, I also see many other possibilities, sparked into my imagination by your graceful flowing bittersweet imagery. As a counterpoint to Jacob's creative geniuses, lets not forget those who are long forgotten before they ever die. Your poem could go in either direction with ease. I prefer to see this as a statement about the haunted voice within -- that's the cuckoo that makes us act/feel koo-koo, that robs us of what we may have been, may have done. Here's hoping you're feeling well & creatively productive (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Months Ago


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DIVYA

2 Months Ago

Dear Margie,
Seeing the place where it all ends is sure to evoke a gamut of strong of strong .. read more
barleygirl

2 Months Ago

That's an amazing detail about your writing process on this one!
Dear Divya,

How wonderful to discover you've returned, and from the timbre of this skillfully laid piece, it appears you've been off in some far away poetical seminary studying and shining your already gleaming, dancing pen, teaching it new intricate steps … welcome home, Poetess! : )
It is wonderful that you've lost none of your creative powers of originality or metaphorical dexterity, nor your hallmark syntactic flow, or skill in rhyme … I've missed the joy and wonderment of your always touching, thought-provoking, and stirring poetry. I am glad you're back and hope you'll stay.

Now, that I've gotten all that off my chest (LOL!), on to your poem:
Such beautiful rhythm highlight your always impressive knack of leading us seamlessly into your end rhymes and succeeding lines, creating a flow few have as effectively mastered.
Your theme has held faithfully throughout (not an easy task with such a long piece); especially with as many twists and turns, vivid metaphors, and emotional highs and lows as you've taken us on.
I could keep on pontificating and praising this piece until it becomes a book … but who wants to read more of my drivel … LOL!

I loved this virtual masterpiece of metaphorical wonder, with its beautifully sad imagery, and what a wonderful welcoming piece on my first read since your return.
I'm so happy you're back, as I am sure sooo many others are, too.
Thank you for sharing this wonderfully rendered word painting with us … hugs to You, Divya! 🤗 ⁓ Richard 🍃

Posted 2 Months Ago


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Richard 🍃

2 Months Ago

Uh-oh, Divya,
While rereading through this wondrous masterpiece something caught my eye and i.. read more
DIVYA

2 Months Ago

So careless of me! 😹 Thank you so much for pointing it out. It got struck off during editing. I.. read more
Richard 🍃

2 Months Ago

Knowing your eye for detail,
I figured something got in your way, and with this site, one nev.. read more

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