into the glass
limit of life.
dislocates the body
from the being.
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September 14, 2010 at 8:18 pm
That it is a dove is significant. The symbol of peace flies innocently into the “limits of life”.
Six lines of profundity. Excellent!
September 15, 2010 at 8:32 am
Thanks Stafford, that makes me happy 🙂
September 14, 2010 at 11:02 pm
It is still raining this morning, autumn is starting here, and I cannot say that your poem is uplifting for me!(sorry)
September 15, 2010 at 8:33 am
It’s a shocker isn’t it – sorry 😦 it just popped out of me last night.
September 15, 2010 at 2:01 am
the form is like glass and the bird there too in wings,
real wonderful putting everything together, thought, feeling, words and shape
September 15, 2010 at 8:34 am
Thank you Aletha!
Oh…this is so very sad…not quite the image I wanted to start my day…oh well…more reality.
September 15, 2010 at 8:36 am
Yes, reality has a nasty habit of showing up on the doorstep (as your poems are want to tell us slpmartin – haha)
September 15, 2010 at 2:58 am
poor little dove, now tho, she will be remembered timelessly xxx
September 15, 2010 at 8:38 am
Sadly it is a true story – happened last week and Tessa was very upset – the bird was alive for a short time after the collision and then you could see the life disappear from it’s eyes and body – very sad, but you are right, the little dove is now immortalised in verse tipota 😉
September 15, 2010 at 4:48 am
that is so sad
(nice dog there Gabe)
September 15, 2010 at 8:39 am
Woof, woof Dhyan 😉
A profound statement made with very few words. One could say it is and a desire for the company of the bird they see reflected in the glass that kills them. Not seeing the danger because they are distracted by a false image. 😦
September 15, 2010 at 8:40 am
I love hearing everyone’s interpretations of my poems – opens up a whole new dimension – false companions maybe – thanks Val, your a champion 🙂
September 15, 2010 at 3:28 pm
Oh, so sad. Such bird tragedies always have a way of unsettling me.
September 15, 2010 at 4:03 pm
It’s happened way too many times for me – I might have to stick stickers all over the glass to stop it happening 😦
September 15, 2010 at 4:47 pm
that last stanza is really powerful Gabe… I have been fascinated lately with the dislocation of body and being, so this really hit home.
September 16, 2010 at 9:32 am
It’s that great big question isn’t it – what happens to the energy – thanks Graham
September 15, 2010 at 4:58 pm
It is sad. But it is life. And such sadness has its own power. Profound and moving.
September 16, 2010 at 8:51 am
So much said in so few words. This is what poetry can be – wonderful work, thank you.
September 16, 2010 at 9:33 am
That makes me very happy – thanks Carolyn 🙂
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