The Bird And The Wanderer (A Shadorma)


Hark that bird
Perched for a moment
Could it be
Me he sweetly addresses?
Will he call once more?

Hold my breath
Release it again
Sigh, walk on
Down the path
Stride after stride unfolding
An unsure future

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 21, 2017, in Shadorma and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 23 Comments.

  1. Poignant, delicately touching….

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  2. A walk like no other. There really is no better feeling like the one when I can sense another’s feelings. You do it so well.

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  3. You painted most certainly a beautiful and poignant poem. Vivid and evocative images.
    I also like the style you wrote this in. Excellent done!

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  4. I’ve lived this one. Quite a few times.

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  5. This is a beautiful, expressive, and tender poem, Ben. I had to look up Shadorma because I hadn’t heard of this form. Well, now I know, thanks to you and Google. πŸ™‚ Lovely words…

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  6. Lovely word images. πŸ™‚

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