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The Lark No Longer Sings
Birds, poets, speakers, all have sounds to hear today.

Just a beautiful song from a bird
One of many which greet me each day
I know it was one I must have heard,
For I miss it now it‘s gone away.
Oh, how like so many fine voices,
Whose voices and craft once on display,
Are missed now when we’ve lost those choices,
For new words they cannot sing their way.
Their old songs, yes they still can linger.
Recordings, soundtracks, all matter much.
But like the lark no more a singer,
Today’s new songs their voices won't touch.
Great poets silenced by death’s last roar,
Great speakers too, who shared such wisdom,
Now silent, still, and forever more,
Their missing, lilting tones their kingdom,
Sound against another, distant shore.

© 2012 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
Comments
Congrats for making it to the 10k...i still have 2k more to go though...
There are layers to this beautiful poem; it isn't easy to write something so meaningful, so profound in rhyme, but you do it so well!
Beautiful poetry dedicated to one of natures free gifts, bird song. I don't know what would happen to me if I couldn't listen to the music in the morning, whilst drinking my cup of tea. Thank you for the lovely reminder of how precious our feathered friends are. Net:)
Perspycacious -- I believe the chuck will's widow is in the nightjar family and is very similar to the Whip poor Will, which is a bird I remember listening to on my grandparents farm when I was a little girl. My grandmother is actually the catalyst to my love for birds and their songs. I so agree with you on the hope that there are birds in heaven! Birds, and trees and animals and oceans and flowers...I can only imagine the sounds, sights and smells of heaven...it will be magnificent!
A beautiful poem, song birds are so special. Thank you for sharing.
Very beautiful and thought provoking. Thank you so much for sharing all of your beautiful poems.
I, too, love the songs of birds...this is a beautiful poem...thanks for sharing it. I hear many bird's songs where I live in the woods but there is one very special bird called a chuck will's widow whose song is so very unique and special and we only hear it after the sun goes down at night and before it comes up in the morning. It is like waiting for a friend each night and morning - we love it so much.
As I read this today, I cannot help but think of the icon we lost today, Dick Clark.
Perhaps the hope is that when we no longer sing, someone will still remember our melody, through our legacy.
Voted UP & ABI. Simply lovely, mar.
Very pretty poem. I love the picture of the distant shore.
Oh my you are good with words, that was absolutely beautiful.
Some thoughts as I read your Poem Perspy...This was a Lovely, Poignant read...Time marches on, changes, come and go...as will we. Hopefully we too will be remembered by the words we share as we write our writes and sing our songs of life.
Great words woven into a meaningful poem. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
This was quite beautiful. I enjoyed it very much. You make me wish I'd go back to writing poetry!
Voted up and awesome. Just wonderful. But the poets and writers words still live on even though they are gone.
Looks like you made your goal with comments.
Loved this poem, I loved to hear birds sing in the mornings.
Voted up and bbeautiful.
I love this poem.. You are a true poet. I want to share this on Facebook..
Debbie
I love this poem.. You are a true poet. I want to share this on Facebook..
Debbie
lovely poetry, P..
come on by one day! the water's fine..
Poignant words for all of time! Thanks for sharing your work.
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