A silent whipperwill,
Out upon the meadow somewhere,
The sparrows twitter endlessly,
The leaves fall,
And still he does not sing.
Perhaps he's fallen ill,
Or thinks that no one cares
About the loneliness he shares
Within his mournful songs.
Each morning I awake
I listen carefully,
Between the sparrows' songs,
And the silent leaves;
Before the Winter falls,
I hope to hear his calls.
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Written October 29th, 2003
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"a silent whipperwill" - perfect opening.
I certainly hope he hasn't fallen ill or thinks that no one cares. matthew is one of my all-time favorite poets ever to grace this site. I wish the hell he hadn't packed up his poems and taken them with him. I'd stop by and read them every day.
I miss his comments as much as his poetry. they were always fearlessly honest and helpful - like a brilliant surgeon.
for mushika fans I'll point you toward manicmuze's page. If you go to the link she gives in Midwestern Water Music, you'll find some fresh new matthew writing. good stuff.
really nice poem, lute, and a fitting tribute.
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I really miss Mushika. I didn't always understand everything he wrote but always enjoyed his words, sort of like you. You remind me of him in many ways.
My opinion is he is still here, speaking in a voice of another name, enjoying his privacy. Then again maybe not. Like this one Lute and a nice tribute to Matthew. He is one of a kind.
Desiree
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Nice piece,
Yep the Guy is very much missed.
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Who Mushika? Seems like someone who used to write here, but me not sure. Seems like nice tribute, comparing to sound of pretty bird song. Okies.
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I never got a chance to get acquainted with this poet before he left, but his reputation spans the length of this site. I know there are many who miss him, and your poem here is a testimony to that in itself. A sweet sorrowful 'i'm missing you' poem that sings its own sweet song. Well done, my friend.
~ becky
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I know what it feels like to miss a friend.
I hope the birds twitter so beautifully in your ears for ever Lute, for they make you write such wonderful literature. -
I missed his words. At least Misinclined's remain for late-comers like me.
This is wistfully lovely. It puts me in mind of a medieval Japanese poem of love or friendship.
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yes, I too miss my dear "brother-bird"...a lovely tribute, Lute, your poetry is always on the mark...sigh.
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Very well written poem for Mushika. I don't think I could think of anything less original to say. But it's early in the morning, and that's my excuse.
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You have a misspelling in this line: 'About the lonliness he shares' 'lonliness' is 'loneliness'
We all miss those poets who affect\effect us in some sort or way. They leave for 'reasons untold' or reasons told, but, they never tell 'us'.
A good piece.
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How could it be contemporary? You talked about meadows - I'm not so sure they exist too muxh anymore
It's healthy to leave here, definately - this place is like ciggerrettes - everyone knows it'd be better to give it all up - it's too hard though sometimes.
Definately.
I like this poem it's so soft but it feels desperate in the same moment.
I bet that's how it feels when someone you really loved dies, and they were all ill or something so you know that there's peace and softness in them going - but you're still desperate to hold them.
That's what your poem felt like a bit.
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i didn't realize you were 'round in mushika's time. mayhaps i just never noticed you. something like that. seems he had quite an extensive fan club and this was a nice tribute type ... poem. i've heard a rumor that he's still active. just incognito. who knows.
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Yes ... I listen too ...
and wonder if he is travelling far,
asleep in screams,
awake in dreams,
aflame within a fire without a name
Would I recognize him on his return?
for I am travelling far,
asleep in screams,
awake in dreams,
aflame within a fire without a name
for there is no other way
but this Way
here we are ... away -
I miss his words as well.... very much so.
a wonderful poem lute
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