The
birds flutter between brick and tress
I’m
all palms for their disinterest –
I
know the birds, I don’t know the Name
I
bend the brick dangerously in influence
But they’re there and I’m here, so nearby
The
dappled beams they register not
I’m
so close to blindness and enough
Of
wanting to seek, reach, handle
Their
security, they all call
But
not for me
But
I never stand
To
address
Their
borders stronger than mine
Very nice, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYou leave the reader wondering... is it shyness or respect that keeps the main character from standing? Compelling write, this. And those birds? They do tease.
ReplyDeleteThis has such an aura to it, tangible! Remarkable! xox
ReplyDeletenice strong ending
ReplyDeleteI thought I left a comment ~ Wanted to let you know that I enjoyed this ~
ReplyDeleteYour writing is always intriguing and leaves me questioning.
ReplyDeleteI understand "I know the birds, I don't know the name." (me either!)
Intriguing layers of meaning.
ReplyDeleteAwesome ending to this one, so fitting. I really like the build up and the release, the distance the narrator keeps (my vote goes for respectful ;) )
ReplyDelete'I'm all palms to their disinterest' so very good M.
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