- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Wild Goose
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On a clear cold night
The stars shown like diamonds
Not beautiful, but hard and cold
When I last heard the cry of the wild goose
Alone she was flying
High up in the night sky
A black shadow on the field of stars
A plaintive cry has the wild goose
A cold wind stirred
Rustled through the naked trees
I shivered with loss
Yes still came the cry of the wild goose
Over and over
Each time further away
Speeding down night’s shadow
Came the forlorn cry of the wild goose
Tears burned my eyes
A dagger of loss
Twisted inside
With each echoing call of the wild goose
Far down the valley
Beyond sight and sound
A last mournful sigh
Came a faint farewell call from the wild goose
Each night now
I go back outside
And listen with out hope
For my heart’s gone the way of the wild goose
- COMMENTS
JRavenalmost 18 years agoMourning our loss, I went your submissions page. Odd that I would pick this poem.
For us, you are the Wild Goose.
Jenny
minsuealmost 18 years agoA last mournful cry from the wild goose for you, beautiful. You will be so very missed.
Peace to you, dear Colly.
WickedEvealmost 20 years agoI was going to stop reading because of the cliche image of stars like diamonds. But I continued and found a beautiful poem.
