Brian Sambourne Poet Free verse

Robins

Six robins hop among the gravestones
                   silent
                            staring
                                       monuments
Names, dates, inscriptions
                     shadowy reminders
                                      about lives beneath
                                                 unsettled bones
charred fragments of love

Six robins hop
                   in their fiery vests
                                 feathery red embers
on terrain explored
                   for sparse morsels
                         pecking March's crumpled ground

Gritty resilience 
           like the lives beneath
           still seeded 
           in the living

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Marikate Kingston September 28, 2024 at 10:21 PM I enjoyed your 6 lines that began with "Six robins hop in their fiery vests...." Ahhh, such imagery, what a terrific description. Robins, the last to go in at night and the first to wake up. One of the first signs of spring so many get excited to spot. It is fun to 'see' your poem as I read. I like to write about birds as well Brian and I was happy to come across this blue egg mommy poem. Brian Sambourne September 29, 2024 at 5:31 PM You are most thoughtful Marikate. Thank you for the out reach. With kind respondents such as yourself I may way write + post again. My summer was very intense as I looked after my mother in the nursing home as she declined. Mum was a bomb girl in WW2. The days of palliative care were difficult. My mother passed away late August. Look after yourself dear poet. Be well. Brian

Christuraj Alex March 27, 2022 at 5:15 AM Great writing on robins. Congratulations! Brian Sambourne March 27, 2022 at 7:04 AM Thanks very much Christuraj. I am posting on a different poetry site now with my edgy entries, a site that offers poets a wider acceptance. Be well. Sincere regards, Brian

Anil Deo May 15, 2020 at 9:26 AM LOved the robins showing, "fiery vests" & like descriptions. You are a good poet in my book. Of course, the sad element is the robins are among the gravestones, folks who have "charred fragments of love." It is not clear why, but the final stanza is brilliant: "seeded in the living" both human and robin! Brian Sambourne May 23, 2020 at 8:53 PM Hello Anil Thank you again for your positive remarks. The last stanza alludes to remnant seeds the robins seek, but also to the connection between generations gone + present. We (here today) have the seeds of our forefathers + mother's. Life's circumference. Best wishes + thank you for your thoughtful insights. Brian