Doves

New Day Mood Songs – NaPo 2025 Day Twenty-Three

My poem today was to focus on birdsong.

Melodious Mocker

I was out walking toward some goal
when at just about sunrise time,

you guys.

The day shift is here!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Sing the same old soprano seven song,
so mezzos cannot
harmonize with you
like angels in the morning.

My horrible hearing
and the beats over my old ears
cannot cover
your high-pitched wakeup call.

And sheesh!
You are so impatient
with your cousin, sir mourning-rain-dove,
who does male’s coo-woo in alto-tenor to match
a mocking marking starling of Spring—
in this part of what was once, Mexico.

Thanks for waking me up!
Now, what’s for breakfast?
Since you seem so damn happy
to fly and to be alive and free to be.
Well, you know what they say.

Look both ways. They don’t call it “the birds and the bees” for nothing.
Mind the gaps because when winter ends and there is no rain,
the choir still must sing on.

NaPoWriMo 2023 (Day 27)

Today I was prompted to write a poem titled “The (blank) of (blank).” The first blank was to be a kind of plant or animal, the second blank an abstract noun.

The poem was to have at least one simile that plays on double meanings or otherwise doesn’t make “sense,” and describe things or beings from very different times or places as co-existing in the same space.

The Dove of Independence,
The Dove of Resistance

Are you Texan, Mexican, Mourning
or just a dove? Like a pigeon, a bird,
or an easy mark?

A Vlad target in late fall, even some of
the white wing clan; are you game
on those special occasions?

Does the cooing help you or me
make peace from your innocuous innocence
or your purity? Do you pacify or fight on?

Maybe a little less like white wing
and more like Blackhawk to win the war.
Can we deal with that winning pair?

Love conquers all, but right now
they need some hard ass, bald eagle, boom-boom.
May art like Palance be their winning war dance.

Or can VZ in the UKry find a winning way,
and stand up with humor to the wounded bear.
There’s no independence without resistance.

Look both ways at peace through conflict.
Mind the gaps but win the damn war.

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Maybe I was a bit heavy with this prompt, but here is the story of Blackhawk and the white winged dove.