Heard on the Wind

[SweetSilverBird]

Heard on the Wind
by Deborah Neher

The wind winds up and smacks
the back side of a newspaper sheet
as it jogs along the gravel of the projects.
There is a cacophony of sounds
but always discernible is a baby's cry
and a young mother singing, ah, la-la, la-la

la-la;
an aria.
Crystalline, tentative, sorrowful.
Where did her young man go?
Where do all the young men go?



This is a poem I have posted here before, but ran into again recently.  I thought I'd share it again.

[John Walton]

Great imagery. I can see the newspaper swirling around in the wind and occasionally slapping against a hard surface.

A baby's cry can always be heard above all other sounds somehow. Natures way of making sure they are protected, I guess.

[Lisa Arnold]

vivid imagery used in your poignantly written poem...

[Daniel Mark Extrom]

I like this!   Well-conceived word pictures. Depressing.

And the photo that accompanies is interesting as well.

Dan