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Redemption Dove ~>

19 May

     Oh mourning dove, sing to me this evening in the last glow of sunset —so clear and so resound in song —with hope for me to remember what was lost, now if sought, could be found. You echo through the forest, on the edge of fields, sidewalks, and across the parks.

      I open my window wrapping myself in my sheet and blanket as I sink into my pillow. I close my eyes to hear your song. Falling asleep, I understand your repetitive melodic low-high pitched notes, as I move through age.

      I listen to sounds about my life; with its many ups and downs. Finding in your chorus, a gift of an early morning spirit, that has forgotten yesterday —woo,  WOO, wooing, into a ‘morrow, without the cloak of fear.

Large black crows in flight

carnivorous in their plight

                               landing —find new life.

 

*Please Note: …By virtue of their melancholy call, mourning doves have been fittingly named. Their distinctive “wooo-oo-oo-oo” sounds may evoke a feeling of grief over the loss of a dearly beloved.

But far from representing death, the symbolism of mourning doves gives us optimism with its spirituality. Beyond their sorrowful song is a message of life, hope, renewal and peace.

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22 responses to “Redemption Dove ~>

  1. Sherry Marr

    May 27, 2018 at 12:03 pm

    Back for another read. Still loving it.

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    May 24, 2018 at 1:55 am

    Beautiful words to express beautiful thoughts.

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  3. ZQ

    May 21, 2018 at 12:29 pm

    Yup!

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  4. annell4

    May 21, 2018 at 9:54 am

    Love this!

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  5. Colleen Redman

    May 21, 2018 at 8:51 am

    I think birdsong can be a way to time travel when we listen. I always think of the mourning doves as cry babies. Crows are fierce.

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  6. hypercryptical

    May 21, 2018 at 6:40 am

    Beautiful restful images come to my mind ZQ, in the sweet poetry of your words.
    The mention of crows does add a dark tone (to me)… but I wonder if they are related to your words in that now refreshed, you are not ready to be taken?
    Anna :o]

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  7. dsnake1

    May 21, 2018 at 1:01 am

    i was intrigued by the doves in the haibun and the crows in the haiku. may the crows leave the doves alone. 🙂

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  8. Magaly Guerrero

    May 20, 2018 at 9:10 pm

    I really enjoyed the wooing sounds. And the closing is magnificent… the juxtaposition between the carnivorous intent and what the act serves.

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  9. ayala

    May 20, 2018 at 8:43 pm

    A beautiful reflection here.

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  10. Myrna Rosa

    May 20, 2018 at 7:02 pm

    Thank you for this ZQ. Your words touch that part of me that yearns for fearless tomorrows.

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  11. magicofwordsblog

    May 20, 2018 at 6:35 pm

    Beautiful! So touching.

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  12. Rommy

    May 20, 2018 at 5:55 pm

    Mourning doves do have such a distinctive sound.

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  13. gillena

    May 20, 2018 at 5:32 pm

    The contrast in tone and mood between the text and haiku is stark. Makes for a very interesting haibun. Thanks fordropping by my Sunday Standard today.

    much love…

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  14. Laura Bloomsbury

    May 20, 2018 at 5:11 pm

    How in tune you are with the song of the dove – lovely imagery of being wrapped in a blanket and just listening

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  15. Mary

    May 20, 2018 at 5:02 pm

    This is so very deep and reflective. Oh that we all could woo each morning without fear. And may the large black crows find their new life, and may we all!

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  16. divalounger

    May 20, 2018 at 4:43 pm

    I have a mated pair of mourning doves in my backyard–I love their cry–and you are right–it fills me with hope –this was a beautiful write!

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  17. sanaarizvi

    May 20, 2018 at 3:21 pm

    This is beyond beautiful! 💜 There is a sense of tranquility and peace and reaches deep inside and whispers “everything will be okay” to the heart. Thank you for sharing! 😊

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  18. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    May 20, 2018 at 2:55 pm

    Morning starts so early here in Stockholm… already before 4 AM the birds are chattering away… but I do love it.. I did not read it as mourning at all, but it does sound a bit sad.

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  19. ZQ

    May 20, 2018 at 2:45 pm

    It sang a song of new beginnings…”By virtue of their melancholy call, mourning doves have been fittingly named. Their distinctive “wooo-oo-oo-oo” sounds may evoke a feeling of grief over the loss of a dearly beloved.
    But far from representing death, the symbolism of mourning doves gives us optimism with its spirituality. Beyond their sorrowful song is a message of life, hope, renewal and peace.”
    The “crows” found nothing dead to eat…

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  20. magicalmysticalteacher

    May 20, 2018 at 1:15 pm

    I fear the dove has met its end. Has it?

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  21. Donna@LivingFromHappiness

    May 20, 2018 at 1:09 pm

    Oh the cooing of the morning dove is such a life-giving song that fills me too when I hear it! What a fabulous poem.

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  22. Sherry Marr

    May 20, 2018 at 12:34 pm

    My new favourite of your poems, my friend. I LOVE this…love the mourning dove…who visits me, too…….love the brightness of a new morrow……..mornings are the best invention ever!

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