Week 28: The Mourning Dove

The air, it echoes, ringing sweet
sorrows sung, replete repeats
a breast is beaten, garbs of gray
and burdens born away, away
so close your eyes, enough! enough!
and listen…


The Mourning Dove

Author’s Notes:

Short and sweet and simple this week. Lots of repletion in it—the idea being that it mimics the mourning dove’s call in a way. It’s funny, but reading it somehow it doesn’t really feel like a ‘me’ thing to write, but a change of pace isn’t a bad thing. It feels a little old fashioned, or cutesy or something—I’m not sure.

I do think it is soothing in a nice way though.

Favorite Line:
‘sorrows sung, replete repeats’

Shortest Line: