If I were a swan
I'd be gone,*
my son, in his suffering,
sang,
long ago.
In memory,
down on the river,
a white swan glides,
bent neck, folded wing,
her mirror image
floating under her
on a river full
of sky and puffy clouds.
Still here, still suffering,
is my son,
who has forgotten
how to sing.
In memory,
that swan
is going
going
gone.
Mirror image
Chris Lowther photo
*Lyrics from the song by Pink Floyd
I don't know what to say or how to say, Sherry. The layout of the poem resembles a teardrop that fills the heart after reading the poem.
ReplyDeleteThat mirror image looks like a huge swan to me. Stunning!
Beautiful mirror image of the swan, Sherry. I agree with Sumana that the shape of the poem looks like a tear drop. I do hope your son remembers how to sing again!
ReplyDeleteI agree about the beauty of the written imagery and the poem's shape. The brevity is a change for you, but the heart is just as full. I hope song with the swan returns to be with your son.
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