Bird Song, Early Morning by John Grey

Let the song

take root in the air

 

at the ear

and in the depths

let it be heard

 

regenerate a disordered heart

 

overcome

the dullness that refutes melody

 

relieve the pain

the atonal gorges on

 

let it be sung

again and again

stubbornly

without trimming one note

one precious chord

 

the songs persistence

 

unstifled

uninterrupted

 

in thrall to birds

who consider it

a tune worth flying for.

About the Poet:

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Sheepshead Review, Poetry Salzburg Review and Hollins Critic. Latest books, “Leaves On Pages” “Memory Outside The Head” and “Guest Of Myself” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Ellipsis, Blueline and International Poetry Review.