I walked down that lonely road
That sinuous, torturous bend
You know how I hated
The cold, the distance, my thoughts.
My thoughts flew back and forth
Like a mad bird blinded by the light
I was lost; I was lonely; I was in pain
A mad bird was I.
There was no way out of this blundering
Floundering directionless path to nowhere.
There was no way out and the how and the whys
Were the least of it all.
I was like that mad bird in full, haphazard flight.
Great poem! This tenner of a poem, reminds me of my mental blocked poem. Ideas can either fly haphazardly or come to a screeching halt in time. God bless all poets and readers alike-MJG.
You have beautifully expressed your plight in your poem. All the best!
I think that one reason to write poetry is to work through our conflicts. It is nice of you to make a confession and share your turmoils with us. We have much in common.
Very good poem, Rani. Enjoyed. Compare one of mine - Memory is a Cheating Thing - Adeline
liked these lines. I was like that mad bird in full, haphazard flight.. good self-realization.. good poetry that leads to self-.... thank u for sharing. would like to hear ur comments on my poems. thank u
Wow! This is an amazingly powerful piece of poetry with a brilliant metaphor cast as a mad bird. I love gutsy poetry like this and you have certainly made my emotions run wild. 10 Karin Anderson
'A Mad Bird Was I ' has great vibrations for me. A great poem of emotion in a tail spin-to use a pun! ' How could you tell a bird in such a state that 'God's help is nearer than the door' (An old Irish saying) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its very touching. n full of yr plight.. done beautifully.