The folowing is a short note which needs to be said relating to todays Poem. When working on todays Poem, I felt the need or desire to turn this into a kind of Seasonal Cycle within the confinds of Todays Poem. Todays Poem was set and composed to show that One can find healing and comfort when one seeks this out. Whether it is in Nature or Faith / religion. Healing is there. For Poetic and personal reasons I decided upon Nature as a focus for such, even as a Christian, BUt for me I substitute Nature for my Faith. Yet does it matter?
But Composing a Seasonal cycle Rather like recent poetry that spoke of the same topics. Finding healing within as one moves forward is important in order to grow within ones self. I have not one poem BUT Two poems that, I believe fits this Cycle of seasons. Both will be Posted below and all going well I hope that the remainder will find this Seasonal cycle will be complete. Having said this, Part One of the Seasonal Cycle will be below and I believe and Hope that Readers will read each together as a complete, longer or bigger poem in itself. Both Poems today showld be read as one. I hope it works as well as it does in my minds eye…
((This is the closest image that fits the image for I had for this Poem. All thanks go to AI and its attempt to provide the image I asked for. Thus credit goes there))
The Sparrow’s Solace (Winter’s Healing)
In his garden, sitting silent, musing,
Thoughts tinkered, travelled through caverns cruising.
Within, wild visions he sought to contain,
Piercing pains that tore his heart in chain.
He watched with wonder, sparrows, feed,
And pondered why his heart felt such need.
That festering feeling cut deep each time,
Yet still beat, with rhythm and rhyme.
He sought solace within his garden small,
To calm the clouds that gathered tall.
Nature’s nursing hands, his soft sanctuary,
Held him through hushes of cold January.
Through whispering winds where willows weep,
He found faint faith where shadows sleep.
The pain that pierced began to fade,
As peace through petals softly played.
Now morning light on dew-dressed leaves,
Brings balm the broken heart believes.
For love still lives in gentle things
In sparrows’ songs and starlings’ wings.
The Robin’s Reprieve (Spring’s Renewal)
Where hedgerows humming with hints of spring,
He heard the robin rise and sing.
Through thawing earth, soft shoots appeared,
And melted doubts his heart had feared.
The tender tune through treetops wound,
While morning mist still cloaked the ground.
Its lilting lilt, so light, so clear,
Breathed faith anew the frost could hear.
He watched the world with wakening eyes,
Felt warmth where winter sorrow lies.
Each note a thread through soul and seed,
Weaving the will of hope’s own creed.
And in that hush ‘twixt dusk and day,
He felt faint fears just fall away.
The air, alive with life’s belief,
Brought quiet joy, the robin’s reprieve.
Copyright © Pat Fitzgerald 2025
ENDING THOUGHTS:
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another winner Pat.
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Thank you William, There are times when Ideas for what I call projects that sometimes do not find root…Then others I like failed to reach the same level with readers. Therefore When I place one that is a step up or a step away from the norm, it is an encouragment when folks like it. (in Irish “Go raibh Maith agat” =Thank You.)
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hahhaha in scots yer welcome, and I always get your work, it is exciting..
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Hi Billy I thought that you may understand the “Irish language” a little Both Scots gaelic and Irish are closely related and many words the same.. Thank you again. still catching up after spotting comments were added to spam, I hope no more go that way..
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yes indeed Pat, many similarities, yes a lot of my comments go into spam lol, have a nice day pal..
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I have noticed some others do also… possibly when it comes from another site rather than WP might have something to do with it..
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yes its very nippy Pat.
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Love this!
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Thank you Dawn.
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Dear Pat,
Thank you.
My friend I wandered for some time. Maybe it is time to tell what a bird whispered to a friend some night. Many after maybe nigh,
this is not me and
this does not belong to me and
this is not a happy story
it reminded me of what is better to
forget and not looked after
Love
only one and once
I surrender to God
in all and all that he shall chose
my path in faith and even Love toll
blessed was already yet
long
long have been my stroll
yet hope there is for all
to find and in mercy to fail
to share
and only love if we can but
in love at least and humility
to forgive and be forgiven for
loud and overheard seems our call
yet truth is silent and
already all was said in
my friend,
this will stay up one day,
to pass
MercyLove
do not ask
who wrote it
look for love and love only
at least that is what I will try now,
So, my friend-
may this find you only in love
do not fear other message that that and
that alone-
again – these words shall only and
only love may they cause-
not fear
never harm
no hate
no other but brother
https://securesha.re?#u=c9977cd37a67958154d664482d68b255.bin&p=MercyLove
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Thank you friend.
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Dear Pat,
I just see the second part of the series after the “winters healing” and find the “springs renewal” a fitting metaphor for the sequence.
The experimental texts and poems shared fuse a story from a World War II victim (there are real accounts of similar tragedies) and follow losely drawn basic similarities from Greek Mythology and were freely interpreted.
All approaching an account of modern day effects of war on displaced persons and their pain.
The final dramatic closing portrays a return or possible closing of the 3-part story and delves into an interpretation of the symbolics in the first parts. Culminating in a tragic and unknown ending for the mother and son’s love.
The first parts explore the question or quest of Love and the horrifying collisions with War, Death and Fear that history’s accounts have provided us with and leaves many aspects unanswered:
Can greatest love cause the ultimate price?
How to approach such paradoxical situations and which lessons to take away?
The work does not, can not and does not wish to offer a solution where words fail to describe or maybe fail us fully.
The parts explore a lesser paradoxon of love – spoken or written words that themselves instigate – out of love or the loss of love – a new cycle of consequences or “evil” or self-inflicted pain.
An old wound or pain too heavy to carry finds its way into the life of survivors either in conscious form or in a self-protective coping reaction – a steady process of suffering or healing by adressing the shadows within us.
Poetry – to me – offers a way to shoot arrows of painful questions into memories at the unknown within us – a play within a play – and to explore new ways of perceiving loss and pain after engaging with it on paper.
A loss that we can name is one that we can heal over time, by forgiveness and honesty and experiencing new bonds and relations of and within love.
A loss burried deep within us – unnamed and therefore untamed arises in all situations that occur and repeats the chain of suffering and loss and gives it on as sometimes injustice – be it towards others as falsely recognized threats or – us ourselves by holding on to the ghosts of the past and losing the gift of each new day to start hope and life anew.
A newly woven-in poetic reflection or philosophical exploration builds a supportive system to better grasp and grapple difficult traumatic events.
In that sense – the piece fullfilled its only purpose – as a creative process of self-reflection and documents the process to some degree.
Of course it is every writers hope that his experiences can help others to get a new or helping perspective on old themes. Maybe someone can relate to it. Maybe at least an unintended discomfort caused or disagreement in the approach or content leads to a sharpened understanding of our own values and approaches in life.
I stopped the last 5 views of the file for it seems not the right place to invite feedback and critique of unfinished works. It is difficult to assess if a text is understood as what it is beforehand and in modern digital surrounding makes it necessary to repeat, what you also mentioned above – that writing is not meant to offend.
Thank you.
Cheers
Sparrow red
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Thank you, For me Poetry can be both a method of rel ief from a painful event or poetry writtenfrom apainful area that reaches readers with that which reaches the soul an heart.. For me Poetry has also become a way to further learn how I write and structure a poem and further better my writing along with composing poetry from a standpoint where I see fitting at that time. again many thanks.
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