GwennyOh enjoys writing poetry, and works to mould mere words, into feelings and visual imagery.
This is a true poem. What does that mean, exactly? --Well it's based on real life stuff; I have wanted a BC Rich Mockingbird guitar for so long, that there's a hole in my heart from the wanting. It's my own fault, as it seems that there are always priorities over it. One day, oh, one day though, the planets will align.
Mercy the Mockingbird is a poem that is by default, heartfelt. Though the basis for it is my own tale of woe--wanting that guitar with all of my heart and soul, it's a theme we hear each time someone, often a friend, laments over lost love. The pain, we can feel it. The logic used sometimes makes sense, but commonly does not.
Their self-soothing repetition is like the song of a mockingbird, and we listen--because in its way the song of hurt is sweet. Their deep pain is a reminder that true love is a beautiful thing to have experienced, even after it has stomped our heart into the ground and is no longer anywhere to be found. Such pain is something everyone has felt and healed from; and the resonance of our own past healing is strong when listening to someone with fresh wounds.
Mockingbird repetition denotes a specific kind of pain--with one rolled up into fetal position, rocking, mother singing a lullabye over and over to soothe. With a difference though; the singing is done by oneself in these instances, in honor of the inner child--symbolic of innocence of the heart and mind, that was but no longer is.
The end of this poem is very peculiar. It comes across as a bad attempt at humor; but honestly it was more about conveying how confused people sound when agonizing about things important to them.
Do you know the Mockingbird? I believe you do...
Mercy the Mockingbird
All I ask, is for my sweet Mockingbird.
The world knows how much I yearn
for my sweet Mockingbird-Mockingbird, Mockingbird, the Mockingbird
I need my Mockingbird Black
How beauteous you are, Mockingbird!
Glorious, BC Rich black in color
They Will buy you for me,
They Will bring you to me
And you will be mine forever.
I will pluck you!
again and again
And with all of the love and adoration one heart can muster!
Mockingbird, Mockingbird, Mockingbird, Mockingbird
It is I, singing your song of romance, to you
Sweet mercy, honor me with your presence
I will share with you
Deep adoration, sheet music, linseed oil
and my heart
Do not mock...
Where are you that you cannot be with me?
Given that wooden heart of yours to another, have you?
Maybe it's not too late
You will see
How profound love can be
Mother and father know that I've been good!
Throughout the year, and know I deserve my Mockingbird love.
I was there and did them the best I could right
Not always as they wanted or needed but was there each day and night
Night and day
Day and night...
never begrudging, only focused upon
What they could buy for me
that I cannot easily.
A Mockingbird love
Oh dearest Mockingbird Black, we will
Make together the sweetest of songs!
I will write and pluck
you will shine and sing
Together. Harmoniously. United. As one.
The pain of the wait is insurmountable
Oh dear BC Rich Mockingbird guitar in black
Be mine forever
Lest I die brokenhearted
And fade away
With no music left in my heart
Come to me and I'll even give you my last Cheesy Krisp.
Words of desperation spoken;
no one before you has ever been offered my last Cheesy Krisp
You are all of the music that my eyes, my heart and my soul have ever known.
Lest I pass right now,
I bequeath you all of me.
But sorry, you missed the boat on that Cheesy Krisp
© 2020 GwennyOh
GwennyOh (author) on November 28, 2020:
You absolutely made my day--thank you, John!
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on November 28, 2020:
I enjoyed reading this poem and your commentary. Most of us have something we love or yearn for. I could feel your deep desire for the BC Rich mockingbird guitar. I also enjoyed the tongue in cheek humor in the poem as well. Good job.