Wings ring my temples.
At times, they flap,
their great éclat emulating
the birdheart’s elation with just beating.
Other times, they balk,
become a hulk of blind raptor,
shafts splintering eyes’ dim.
Worms, as if they were thoughts in seeded earth,
interlace the frayed feathers,
try to seize space,
make a way for creased daylight,
but all those mites that birds are prey to
suck at these ribs
of clay–

Noble flight winds down
to dead buzz,
éclat clatters,
but the heart hears only
that it’s beaten.

Here’s a sort of poem for Grapeling’s Get Listed prompt on With Real Toads, Grapeling (Michael) posts a word list related to the film Dead Poet’s Society, and writes a lovely piece about the sadness around the death of the wonderful Robin Williams. (Check it out!)

I’m not sure the picture above is quite finished, but it is one of mine. All rights reserved.

Ps this poem has been edited since first posting.

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14 Comments on “Ups/Downs”

  1. brian miller Says:

    some days we fly…and others…well…
    we are worms searching for a bit of day light
    i guess
    i live for those moments.

  2. What imagery.. Capturing that darkness, we just need to find our way back.. But at the end there’s just darkness wherever we search

  3. grapeling Says:

    the centerpiece, in the middle, to me:

    worms, as if they were thoughts in seeded earth

    I think the picture captures so much heart (as it were). soaring giving way to clattering, as it ever does. as Kerry noted, and others, so many have felt his passing so deeply, even more so than when Hoffman died a few months ago. you’ve woven the list words with élan, and I thank you for adding your voice, k ~

  4. Marian Says:

    a blind raptor. i’ll have to consider what that would be like.

  5. Helen Says:

    … and then we die. Too many unable to see past the pain.

  6. claudia Says:

    great last stanza k. – and yes – someday i feel like an eagle – like nothing can stop me – others…… not so much…. ha

  7. MDD, this is filled with interesting movement and images. The eagle (NICE art, by the way) with its internal monologue, the worms (am I the ONLY one who didn’t do something with the damned worms?!). And the heart, which by rights is at the center of it all, interested only in its own mechanism. No stopping this bird! Amy

  8. Polly Says:

    I much enjoy the opening lines, k, and as ever adore your artwork, wonderful 🙂

    • ManicDdaily Says:

      Thanks. I wasn’t happy with the end, and changed it and now can’t really stand to look at it. Thanks though, Polly. k.

      On Fri, Aug 15, 2014 at 12:32 AM, ManicDDaily wrote:


  9. Your originality is remarkably evident in this metaphoric description, and excellent turn of phrase.

    all those mites that birds are prey to
    suck at these ribs
    of clay–

    Sometimes it is an accumulation of seemingly insignificant factors which can end a noble life.

  10. It took years for me to be able to fly out of the darkness….you have so aptly written the yin/yang of that time.

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