Poetry: Bird By Rehab
They unload life’s lead
into unseen enemies
machine gun memories
flying rapid fire
recollections and musings
spent shells amassing
mental turbines spinning
smoking the room.
And they yawn and doodle
ink stains for amusement
their purpose loosened
without caffeine courage
meetings adjourned
aimless wandering down
immaculate hallways
wounded reflections
in thoughtless pursuit
of quiet relief.
And they nod gingerly
with grim understanding
lives in the balance
teetering on a wire
as the bird careens
by the smokestack
somehow in
silent recognition
of lives interrupted.
Beautiful 💛
Wonderfully written, like always. 😊
You are always so supportive and kind! Thank you phoebe, have a lovely day!
I agree. Excellent.
Thank you so much!
You’re welcome.
How did the move go?
Rough. Read yesterday’s post to learn about it lol. Thank you for asking
That’s funny, we must have written our comments at the same time, I didn’t see this! 😛
Yes we did lol
Oh forget my question, just saw your post…will comment there.
Haha
Excellent poem Rob
Thank you very much!
This is an awesome vers libre
Thanks Yasmine!
You are welcome Robbie.