Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Blackbird Sitting


I am the blackbird sitting on the branch
Watching you
Peering into every aspect you do
Kaw...Kaw
And you

Late at night if I ever get out of here
I swear I will turn it into a thunderstorm
And hurl my bolts of light at you
And pound you with my thunder

I am the blackbird and I am still
Watching you
Can you feel the unease of my stare
Kaw...kaw
Now you are aware

He held a grudge forever more
Never could he release the hate and pain
Nothing nice again, just rain
He could never get out again

The blackbird and me, as the feathers
Flutter to the ground
Went both of us around and around
Guns blazing, daggers drawn

Like I said it is late of night
Cursing and swearing my heart pounds
Mark on my bolts, holding thunder
I notch another line on the barrel of life

Blackbird, blackbird, blackbird be
I am the blackbird sitting in your tree
Peering into the aspects that you might be
Kaw....Kaw

Submitted: Sunday, March 03, 2013

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  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/11/2013 11:05:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem..I have noticed many times when ever we keep food to eat, it doesn't eat first, instead it call other crow to join by kaw kaw, some time it may also give indication of guest arrival..but before the news of my fathers death reached us, that early morning 5am, heard so many crows sound, kaw kaw...today also when i hear in chorus i feel upset...beautiful and lovely write on blackbird..something very different poem. I loved reading it. (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (7/14/2013 8:21:00 AM)

    when black birds begin to gather it is not a good sign. I think they could get nasty and mean. I hope this one is nice. a good write (Report) Reply

  • Ken E Hall (7/3/2013 12:05:00 AM)

    Always something eerie about blackbirds staring on a tree and a voice you gave it into an abstract light hearted poem...Hitchcock would be proud of you...great...regards (Report) Reply

  • Kelvin Owusu (4/1/2013 1:33:00 AM)

    black bird black bird be
    i hear the echoes and see the blood on the walls
    its no longer a secret you can keep
    as i sit still while you cut down the forbidden tree
    a life riding to an end, i sit and stare
    do you feel it, not my glare but your flesh
    burning with each step.

    don't mind what i just wrote what i read gave me the idea to have lil fun and write that, i love this an enjoyable read great work (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath (3/7/2013 10:38:00 PM)

    Here in India some future-tellers tell that black-bird(crow?) let out different tunes(sometimes soft too) to denote human beings days ahead. They are very social bird. They are united. I think, better than human society. Lovely write sir! (Report) Reply

  • Søren Valentine (3/7/2013 10:40:00 AM)

    I really enjoyed this.
    It reminded me of a song... starts off low and eerie, quickly escalating into a loud burst of sound. Then a small tune of unease.
    Can you feel the unease of my stare. My favourite line.

    The language you use reminds me of a song about war, both sorrowful yet animated and vivid. Great job! (Report) Reply

  • Aria Siren (3/5/2013 9:05:00 AM)

    Impressive. Blackbirds are always a bit sketchy but in this poem they are downright nefarious. I like the way this sounds like a nursery rhyme with the kaw-ing of the birds and the songlike verses. It adds to the overall chilling effect. Winding up a jack in the box and waiting for it to jump out at you! (Report) Reply

  • Poetheart Morgan (3/4/2013 12:48:00 PM)

    The sounds, the rhythm is the mark of the poet joined with the storyline is like a movie. I can see the blackbird peering and i traveled on this poem. Great as always. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (3/4/2013 9:43:00 AM)

    A good poem, As a child I was always weary of seeing a blackbird. They can be very noisy.
    Appreciate the write. (Report) Reply

  • Www.poemhunter.com/m-d-dinesh-nair-2 Search 2 (3/4/2013 9:07:00 AM)

    The poem unveils a picture scintillating with images and overflowing spontaneity of things poetic yet real.
    An excellent verse from Midnight`s Voice that is all around the clock...
    Thank you Thomson Robinson for writing such a fine poem... (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (3/4/2013 5:25:00 AM)

    They do have very beady eyes. This poem will not be beneficial to anyone suffering paranoia, but for everyone else it's a good spooky read. (Report) Reply

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