Always good with words beautiful songs sing the birds
Magnificent feathers colored so fine of every design
What purpose do they serve that they deserve
to hold a place in my heart's space, a creature divine
Pluck their plumes, smell roasted savory fumes
Nourishment they provide, unhatched fledgling divide
An act more than a word life more than what's heard
Out of a broken song I right the wrong, a poem a bird that died
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- Published: April 18th, 2025 02:57
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Birds are wonderful.They sing and fly.This is a clever tribute.Well done comendatore
Thanks David for the read and kind encouragement that you provide it is always appreciated.
A meal of game done well is a wonderful thing and yet its tragedy π brings us to a deeper awareness of what surrounds us.ππ»π
Thanks Cryptic I appreciate your review and insight yes wild words and wild birds are both hunted and eaten sometimes as game and sometimes in all seriousness.
Most welcome Sorenπππ»
I sense this is about killing beautiful birds just to have a bit of lunch at the shooting party, something I do not agree with, nicely crafted write
The meaning might change if the birds become words and in such we create our poems. Thanks for the read and kind words of support it is most appreciated my friend.
You are very
Welcome
Love the birds, Soren! Many of them come so close to the human world. Perhaps they're being prepared? Yes, I have eaten many of them.
Beautiful write.
Thank you Mutley for the review and kind words. I too have eaten many in my time as I have eaten many words.
A fine Write, SB. We all love the birds.
Thank you Jerry I appreciate your coming by and most kind comments
Your poem celebrates the profound bond between humans and birds, illuminating themes of beauty, life, loss, and the transformative power of creativity. It juxtaposes the uplifting beauty of birds with the profound realities of life and death.
Thank you Friendship for you interpretation of this poem and your words of encouragement
Excellent write
Thank you so much Tony it means a lot
You're welcome
I'm not too sure you should ever share this with KFC π€£ you always write with grace dear friend πΉ
To my knowledge Colonel Sanders writes not poetry nor plucks any words. lol Thanks Teddy I deeply appreciate the read and words of encouragement.
LoL miss you and your wonderful humour, I adore you and I am always close by dearest poet.
An excellent poem that acknowledges the reality that the very animals we admire are the same animals "we" kill to eat in a savory meal. (I put "we" in quotes because I am a vegetarian...but at one time I was not). Anyway, this is a powerful poem, Soren. πΉπ
Thanks Tristan for the review and charitable words they are most appreciated
You are most welcome, Soren.
But those birds will live in your words soren.
Andy
Indeed you caught the metaphor Andy the words are the birds. Thank you for the read and the interpretation.
Would I be wrong if I said it evoked the memory of Gone With the Wind? The gaity in the beginning followed by the tragedy of war?
A most interesting thought. It had not occurred to me but could easily fit. Thanks on the read and comment.
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