Not Bird (55)

Not Bird

I swung into the early
of my life, pumping the vine-veins
of its woods with sweat-salted limbs
that could rewind,
I thought, warped
arcs–

Swallows swoop
to rise,
but what humans swallow,
they tend
to keep down.

Too much of my flight
a fleeing,
soars sorry, fleeting–you
not there–
nor me hardly–

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A 55 word poem of sorts influenced by Dante Alighieri, poet of The Divine Comedy, for Kerry O’ Connor’s prompt on With Real Toads–

The pic is from the recent Plains Indians exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC ==a ghost dance drum.

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22 Comments on “Not Bird (55)”

  1. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) Says:

    That drum painting is wonderful! And your poem both arresting and haunting.

  2. Sanaa Rizvi Says:

    Such an enchanting piece 🙂 Beautifully executed 😀

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  3. Candy Says:

    Such a tender, poignant piece!

  4. Polly Says:

    A fascinating poem k – I love the poem and the image 🙂 x

  5. Jim Says:

    I once married young. Everyone should try that.
    Just stay out of jail (prison). We did, tnx to ____?
    ..


  6. If we’d just swallow a little less, we might soar out of the darkness… love the swallow stanza

  7. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    I love the artefact you have shared with us – it is beautiful.

    Your poem is wrought so well, I would not have thought it was constrained by a particular word count. Each stanza offers a whole thought, and the entire piece delves deeply into the human condition under which we all labour.

  8. hedgewitch Says:

    You soar and make us swallow, both, in this, k. As Kerry says, each stanza closes a compelling thought, but the last seems to unite them in a way that has the ghostlike spirit of that very evocative artifact within–the ghost dance of a time and a character escaped and only able to be evoked in a ritual of memory and want. Or so I read. Really so much here in so few words.


  9. what humans swallow,
    they tend
    to keep down.

    Too much of my flight
    a fleeing,

    This is a truth, at least for me. Wonderful work.

  10. othermary Says:

    Ok, this is now my favorite. Love the word-play, the images and each stanza is better than the one before it.


  11. How I love that ghost dance drum. Wow! I need a drum! Loved the poem….especially the swooping swallow stanza.

  12. Marian Says:

    Too much of my flight a fleeing. Oh I can feel some ache in this lovely little piece.

  13. X Says:

    Ha. Well we keep down until we have taken all we need from it, then…

    I wonder how much any of our lives are consumed with fleeing…

  14. Mama Zen Says:

    I just love this! That second stanza is so cool.

  15. Jamie Dedes Says:

    Wonderfully true and I am quite charmed by the drum. A lovely post, k. Hope all is well in your world today.
    J.


  16. Love the photo. We begin life thinking nothing will pluck our wings, but life proves us wrong. I hope the events were happy ones.

  17. thefeatheredsleep Says:

    Love

  18. M Says:

    I thought I had commented before, but perhaps not – the ‘soars sorry’ captures my fancy ~


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