Shawn L. Bird

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poem- sticks November 4, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:30 am
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As they approach

your relaxed droop stiffens

your body tightens

each cell constricting.

You’re too old for

oppositional defiance

yet you shiver with it.

“Myself!” I hear your

two year old self echoing

through the decades.  “No!”

But look,

this is a time of change,

and nothing changes without effort.

You have experts at your fingertips

and you refuse support and aid

because

Why, exactly?

You were so ready to fly,

and you’ve gone so far,

but now you’re quivering beneath the nest

while the parents flap about squawking

about winter migration,

and that cat on the porch.

You heedlessly tuck you head

beneath your wing

to nap.

 

9 Responses to “poem- sticks”

  1. doncarroll's avatar doncarroll Says:

    dig this shawn….lines 5 6 and 7 certainly speak volumes….

  2. howardat58's avatar howardat58 Says:

    It would be nice and easy if we could blame cellphones and social media for this !

  3. onewithclay's avatar onewithclay Says:

    Ppreciate it! 🙂

  4. Change, the one constant, runs into the chimeric wall of overthought.


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