23 May

This is based on a true story. In 2010, I was extremely ill with pneumonia from H1N1. I was in the VA for two weeks. I came home no better because I was so powerless and couldn’t get out of bed. I got an encouraging kick out of a cardinal dancing up and down outside my window. He wanted me to get up and put a peanut on my sill. This is a rework of my poem High Note, more accurate to the actual event.


i like to think that i’m in control
the sleeping pneumonia had tied me to bed
resentment took over controlling my soul

allow my life back my get up and go
the powerlessness tricked me i wished i were dead
a raging frustration had taken control

let me die now fling me in a hole
then cardinal flew by with a bright flash of red
while whining self pity darkened the soul

the sill of the window he phweeted his role
a phweet phweet he commanded flicking his head
the jester chirped on, uplifting my soul

at his good pleasure he readied to go
a phweet phweeted goodbye and off he sped
red chirped me this tweet – god’s in control

© Brian Peter Hodgkinson


Posted by on May 23, 2022 in Poetry


4 responses to “Red

  1. ben Alexander

    February 4, 2021 at 4:15 pm

    👏 👏 👏

    Well done, Brian. I loved this.


  2. d.a.simpsonwriter

    May 23, 2022 at 12:50 pm

    This is wonderful and uplifting


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