The red bird sings at midnight
Mourning for its beige counterpart
I talked with my mom then she went silent
She doesn’t mourn for me anymore
Why must a woman be feathered in colors?
Why must a gander be luminous?
I went home to my bed and closed my eyes
A good Christian opens the Latch of father’s door
I don’t mind leaving it closed forever
I had a mourning dove once
It’s cooing called to me each days morning
But that cat a pet of my neighbors
Hated to see life stay alive
The head was lost from the body
And I cried I cried I cried
When I see a bird jump in on concrete I wonder if it wants to die
It always looks mindless and stupid asking for something playing in a scattered mind
I also wonder why my heart tightens for it
Shouldn’t it get what it wants
but then I think no, humanity must always be God
I heard the call
Coah Coo Coo Coo
It’s sharpness tethering me to a memory
Coah Coo Coo Coo
I saw a dove with black diamonds
I stilled to hear its song
Coah Coo Coo Coo
She stared at me before spiriting away
Somehow she still stays
Their soft drawn out calls sound like laments
A man makes a phone call to his wife
A child waits on the doorstep of his school
A stranger smiles
The call is answered
The stranger laughs he laughs he laughs
Thanks for reading! This is a bit of experimental poetry for you determine the meaning for yourself. Let me know what you think of it!
-Till next time!
This poetry is so thoughtful and deep. Amazing!
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Thank you! I’m glad you liked it! 😊
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My pleasure!
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Lovely! 🙂
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This is a really nice poem! 😊✨
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Thank you!!
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YAAAS MORE POETRY FROM TI ❤
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Thank you!! You always know how to make me smile! 😆
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