Mockingbird (in response to Mary Oliver’s Daisies)
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Sometimes I feel the universe mocks,
but the mockingbird—never
taunts, his ceaseless warbling, his songs
of love, not meant for me, yet he is a sedulous,
serenading suitor outside my window. I listen, not lovestruck,
yet strangely soothed by his sooth. A mockingbird
may pretend; he doesn’t lie. Nature tells the truth, even
if we don’t understand it. The daisies in the field
with their hearts open to the light, and the light that touches us,
even if we can’t see it. The truth, even if we have no answers,
have asked no questions. But then, there is a mockingbird singing
from a branch, and there are daisies in a field where none were yesterday.
This is a response to the mini prompt for dVerse Open Link Night. You can read Mary Oliver’s poem here.
A wonderful poem honoring the nature, and all the mysterious life in it. I love it. Thanks for sharing, Merril! Best wishes, Michael
Thank you, Michael!
You’re welcome, Merril! I am always delighted to read wonderful poetry! Enjoy a nice weekend! xx Michael
Thank you again, Michael! 😊
A lovely response, a joy to read. 🕊️
Thank you so much! 🌸
I enjoyed this call-and-response poem very much. I read Mary Oliver’s poem as well to see how the poems speak to each other. These lines in particular stood out for me:
“I listen, not lovestruck,
yet strangely soothed by his sooth. A mockingbird
may pretend; he doesn’t lie. Nature tells the truth, even
if we don’t understand it.”
Thank you so much, Liz. I’m so pleased the poem spoke to you and worked as a response to Mary Oliver’s poem.
You’re welcome, Merril.
This is really beautiful Merril, and full of Mary Oliver’s spirit as well. My mockingbird has not been around lately…I hope he will return soon. (K)
Thank you so much, Kerfe. I do miss hearing the one that used to be right outside the bedroom window, but I’ve heard them around. There was one singing when I left the library the other day.
Your poem must have conjured mine back. I couldn’t see it, but I heard it out the kitchen window this morning.
Oh–that’s wonderful!
But then there is the Mockingbird indeed Merril …
A mockingbird
may pretend; he doesn’t lie. Nature tells the truth, even
if we don’t understand it
Found myself easily lost in this one. Well done.
Thank you so much, Stephen. I’m so pleased you did.
Gorgeous, a wonderful response to Mary Oliver’s poem. I think she would be delighted!
That’s so kind! Thank you! 😊
There is always hope
Yes, thank you.
Mocking birds and daisies, perfect subjects for your lovely poem, Merril, I especially like the sibiliant ‘sedulous, serenading suitor outside my window and ‘strangely soothed by his sooth’, and the comparison of the mockingbird and nature, both being truthful. My favourite lines:
‘…But then, there is a mockingbird singing
from a branch, and there are daisies in a field where none were yesterday.’
Thank you very much, Kim!
You’re welcome, Merrill!
A lovely poem and a joyful photo 🙂 I had to google the sound of a mockingbird after this and they also sound joyful!
Thank you very much! They imitate other birds and sounds, and then put all the different phrases into a long song. This time of year, they sometimes sing all night.
To me, this is a poetic sandwich. The filling is “Nature tells the truth, even
if we don’t understand it” along with the daisies and the light. The mockingbird is the two slices of bread as it introduces and concludes the theme. In other words, this is excellent!
Thank you so much, Frank. I love that! 😊
How lovely, Merril. I love the sound of a mockingbird.
Thank you, Colleen. 😊
A very apt response to Mary’s magnificent poem, Merril. Well done.
Thank you very much, Steve!
My pleasure!
You’re very welcome, Merril!
Nice spin on Oliver’s poem. Wonderful alliteration here:
strangely soothed by his sooth.
Thank you so much, Li!
You’re very welcome, Merril 🙂
This is lovely, Merril. I wasn’t able to get to the link for Mary Oliver’s poem (our bitdefender blocked it). No matter, what you have shared is a simple true, isn’t it?
We have very few mockingbirds here (I’ve never seen one).
Thank you, Dale. I love mockingbirds.
If you’re interested, just search for Mary Oliver’s “Daisies,” and you’ll find it.
My pleasure. They are like chickadees with longer tails 😉
And yes, I did do that. I just wanted to tell you your link was being persnickety!
It works for me. Can you access it from the dVerse page?
It does kind of look like a chickadee here, but they’re larger, with a longer beak and more slender. I love the tails though–and the long concerts this time of year. 🙂
Probably.
Yes. Longer here, and there but same colouring, how about that? 😉 I wish they were regulars here!
You unearthed a lot of memories in me today with this delightful poem … my grandmother used to whistle and sing “Listen to the Mockingbird” to me as she prepared early morning breakfast .. the many overnights I spent during long hot summers.
I’m so pleased my poem sparked some happy memories, Helen!
This is such a thoughtful response to Mary Oliver’s “Daisies”. Looking back and forth at the poem, reading yours again….it’s like you channeled her spirit, her wisdom, her insight into the purity and truth of nature. I am hesitant to choose favourite lines because they are all so meaningful, so I won’t. Stunning work.
Thank you so much for your very kind words, Mish! 💙
“Nature tells the truth, even
if we don’t understand it.” Quite so, Merril – if only more people would re-learn how to listen!
Thank you, Ingrid. 🙂
Your poem soothes, like the mockingbird’s song, in the most natural way, flowing melodious. Wonderful, Merril.
That’s very kind. Thank you, Dora.
What a beautiful , gorgeous response to Mary Oliver’s poem, Merril. My day is made when I read such lovely verses. 💙
What a lovely comment. Thank you so much, Punam! 💙
”Nature tells the truth, even
if we don’t understand it.”
If only people thought to behave the same.
Sigh. Yes, if only.