Sorrow’s Birdsong

Can one fly from the pain and the past?
Is sorrow too faithful and one thing that lasts?
Only a sharp knife meant to cut deep
Is this the one promise that life does keep?


Sorrow’s Birdsong  (unabridged)

by Winston and by Autumn



Trying to fly with a broken wing
Yeats called love a crooked thing
One could also say about life
So much wonder, so much love
But no escape from a deep cutting knife

The knife cuts so deep
Survival and the thirst
Are hard things to keep

How do you fly with a broken wing?
Do birds ever cry when they sing?
Love and life…..such crooked things
Will it be more sorrow?
Or some joy, respite, and peace?
Now what will this life bring?

With a broken wing, can one still fly?
Or just stay outside looking in
A bystander just existing
And watching life go by?
Partly wanting to sing a sweet song
Partly wanting to cry

Can a sorrowful bird find a way to sing?
How much hope for a mended wing?
Pondering and wondering on such silly things
Should one try to fly with a broken wing?

How does one get to feel free?
How does one rise above
To a place where less sorrow
A brighter day, a better tomorrow?
How does one rise above
Life’s mysteries of sorrow
To a higher place, where there’s more freedom and love?

Life….this deep cutting knife
Trying to fly with a broken wing
Should one fight for this life?
Will there be a new song to sing?

A broken wing; A shattered heart
Beyond or within this life….
Where is the new start?
Feeling so heavy. Needing to feel light
Is sorrow’s song the darkness before light?
Off in the distance, is there an ending in sight?

Can one fly from the pain and the past?
Is sorrow too faithful and one thing that lasts?
Only a sharp knife meant to cut deep
Is this the one promise that life does keep?

Was it only in dreams
That we were here to expand
The Book of Love?
To see beauty and wonder
To explore things high above
To see just a glimpse of the infinite expressions
of love

To practice it, to further define it
Unknowable in its vastness
Expressed in words like those from Shakespeare or Yeats
Love in all forms, to feel and relate

Love and life are wondrous, beautiful, crooked things
With broken wing and broken heart,
Is there only a song of sorrow to sing?
Will life show a new start?

Outside looking in at life
And watching it pass by
For this life should one even try?
Can there still be a thirst for life?
Or from this dark life should one flee
To a place where a broken wing
Is no obstacle to feel peaceful and free

In these shadowy netherlands, one is not meant to stay
Learn what it takes to fly with a broken wing,
And with hunger and thirst, plus a sweet song to sing?
Yes, here is not a place meant to stay
From this life just fly away?

Or completely in life stay?
Even though
It will never feel like one does belong
No respite. No peace
Just sorrow’s birdsong

Should one try anyway?
Love every breath? Every song?
Sweetly sing every song one can sing
No matter what songs life does bring
To sweetly sing even sorrow’s birdsong?
And to fly with a broken wing?
Be fully in this life, for now to stay
Or from this life fly away?


One thought on “Sorrow’s Birdsong

  1. If you made it through this post, I appreciate your patience. It is very long-winded in its raw form.(Almost like verbal vomit when you are pouring out your heart). It was inspired by deep depression.

    I am just getting back into poetry and am hesitant to write things that others can read. So, to feel safer, I feel the need to critique things. 1. Long winded and the point gets lost 2. Rhythm is just “off” in most poems. 3. The rhythm and other characteristics have similarities and flaws across the board. Basically, they share flaws and become monotonous and too recognizable related to each other. 3. There is something very “Dr Suess” (if Dr. Suess were much less talented, of course) about them.
    4. Darkness in other writer’s poems comes off beautifully, but mine feels surprising and disturbing to write something so dark.

    I am sure I missed more flaws, but those are the initial ones that stand out.

    Thank you for reading


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