a blackbird came to die

....in grief we must share in joy there will be so many so ur the first of those like me who survive on empathy and not sympathy

over and over and over again. Here, as with a lot of your poetry, there is little to say because the truth speaks fully for itself. My only nag about this is "ebon wing". It's a blackbird so we know this already. Forgive the pickiness - I'm an auditor's child!

powerfully sad. Thanx, Chuck

that I can't have my own identity? Gotcha about the symbolism. I like to use nature symbolism, too and wonder how much of it gets missed.

sometimes it is enough to just do what you can and other times it is just not enough but it says everything about you that you tried. great write

Speechlessly sad ... bravo love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

if you love them let them go, poor litle black bird. I like the second stanza love lou xx

brought a lump to my throat that's life isn't it - death is part of it. we just need to ensure that all are treated with dignity at both doors and in the in-betweens. love judd xxx http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html

Ann of Norway And we can use no words of comfort, no song to calm, no voice we have to give solace to the birds, and yet they sometimes seem to know that they have come to the right place for their least rites and no better place to come than to Anna and Barry, two caring human beings who probably give out the sensitive feelings that even a bird can understand. Oh how I know this, how I KNOW. I who have had cats as perhaps all who have owned cats experience this perhaps, not with blackbirds but with mice, and ow the mice with their innards spread about trying to walk, too horrible to face, and I, who hates killing any living thing, but here one doesn't even hesitate; I got a huge stone and dropped it over the mice, when I HAD to. I shudder to think of it but it had to be done. Not to mention the crow with its young offspring flying over the lonely lake of  in Lofoten islands, I was the only person to witness the happening, they flew together, then the young crow was daring and flew too low, his mother/father was calling out to him not to, I felt, but no, he went into the water an flailed about to no avail. Between me and the water were many bushes of tight vegetation, I couldn't have swam out to save it even if I had tried, as it was all over so quickly, but oh how I suffered standing there as helpless as its mother who cried and tried to it to encourage it to rise up again, even long after. I hear Joe saying "That's life," he is is right. Love to you both and masses of it from your sister Ann. P.S. I didn't think too much about the ebon wing, it described the bone beneath the feathers to me in my mind as I read on!

at the point of death is an honour indeed and to share and respect its being a mark of the greatest of humanity. Symbolism of the blackbird in Drudic lore is very interesting...twilight bird. Seabhac