words of a people aligned in their perfect order
I wish the birds would sing
in the middle of the night
in winter,
though the windows are never open.
I wish the birds would sing in winter
though I stoop to pet a plant
inadvertently knocking over a light fixture.
I wish the birds would sing
in the middle of the night,
lights low, the party over
and missing every painting I’ve ever sold.
I wish the birds would sing
in the middle of the night
in winter,
though purple flowers want their bloom
– Hoc Scripsi
I couldn't figure out why this was so familiar – then it occurred to me that it's a part of – or counterpart to – that other one I like so much.
Ah yes, you finished it.. very nice, indeed.
In all it's simplicity, it says so much and I too want the birds to sing. Well done, Jhon.
(wee typo- S1 L4-should it be though?)
This is fantastic. Excellent meter…
So enjoyable to read over and over….
“purple flowers want their bloom.”
They shall have it eventually.
I'm sure I'm missing something by not ever experiencing a real winter. It must be taxing…
the platitudes of willful resemblance 