i wake with a huge emptiness in me
i walk – try to lessen it
treading this path
by the stream
these unbearable feelings
must be looked at
searched out like hands in a dreaming
standing this painful ground
until i can rest within unblinking view of the sink holes
that broke me and made me lame
can’t the birds in these woods speak for me –
speak in tongues
spiritual songs
unexpected staccato
one low note repeated rhythm
woodpecker’s
determined hammering
breaks through
Elisabeth Bee 
Your writing is incredible. I am happy you found my site so I was drawn to yours. The birds can speak for you, if you learn to speak to them. 🙂 I am going to add you my log list. My name is River. Its very nice to meet you. 🙂
I enjoyed your poem so much!Elisabeth,
So much to feel…
Peace,
Laz
thanks to both of you for reading. I do have these birds around and i do love how they interact with me.
EB
Thank God for the woodpecker – this piece is AMAZING.
Cindy
Yes – I was thankful for him as well – pointing out as he did that there are many kinds of songs – not just the ones we expect. In fact it is the unexpected songs that usually are the best…
EB