Monday, June 7, 2010

avicide...

.
.
when your nightingale songs
are rewarded with a golden cage
and
your peacock paintings
deprive you of your private sky
;
when you cannot find any fish
to feed your seagull soul
but
folly, fake, and foul galore
;
when there's no mountain or any haven
for your seclusion eagle
and
your cherished bonds
unwillingly kill your migratory skylarks
;
when you cannot rejoice in
the hustle and bustle of everyday sparrows
and
fear the hungry hunters of graceful patridges
as much as
the caring pamperers of homely chickens
;
when flattering mouths look down upon
your fluttering nightly doves
and
cumulative honking cars
mute your swan solos
;
when nobody believes in
phoenixes and simorghs anymore
and
you find nowhere to hide and hatch
the eggs of your truth
except in your eyes
;
be
the adapting
omnivorous
monotonous
inconspicuous
black-eyed
crow
.
.

7 comments:

human being said...

link to the original post on my blog:

http://dearteachercrow.blogspot.com/2008/06/avicide.html

Anonymous said...

A beautifully intense and haunting piece. I really love how you shape your stanzas for maximum impact of the work!

Akeith Walters said...

Let's hear it for the crows. Very nicely done.

Francis Scudellari said...

The harsh reality of a necessary adaptation. Beautiful as always hb.

Megan Duffy said...

"the hustle and bustle of everyday sparrows."

One of many great lines in a great poem.

Peter Greene said...

Very fond of crows myself. Thanks for the poem, human being. I really liked this one.

human being said...

Charlse...
thanks a lot for encouraging words... and noticing the shape of the stanzas... happy you liked it!


Zaina...
(blush!)
:)


Akeith...
caaaw! caaaw! this means a lot, my friend!
thanks!


Francis...
yep! right on target!
Stephen Hawking says, intelligence is the ability to adapt to change...
;)
thanks for nice words, my friend...



Megan...
wow! falp! flap! flap!
crow is just s o a r i n g . . .
:D
me too like that line very much!
:)



Old 333...
ah... this is great! crows are such misunderstood creatures...
thanks a lot for reading and encourgaging words...