Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 28,718 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Fledgling Bird At My Door - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Fledgling bird where on earth do you hope to hop to
If you stretch your wings around my yard
After all this baking hot desert heat
Come evening surely you won’t deny me your faith
Faith is a warm quilt blanket on a cold night
Faith is a fledgling that required no angelic wings
When it’s nesting days were long drawn out of sight.

Thus… poets and songbirds they’re much the same
If there’s no muse! There’s no train of thought!
No flight of wings to launch or fly his, her kite
Instead of a flowing, weightless, moving quill…
We’ll have a paperweight run of the mill verse
That can flap all it wants but it’ll never float or fly
It’ll never absorb the meaning behind the why.

At worse, it’ll just hop
Hop in and out of rhyme, hoping also it to can fly.

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Comments about Fledgling Bird At My Door by Mark Heathcote

  • Valsa George (9/11/2015 11:50:00 AM)

    This is such an arresting write! I always feel that many including I have a run of the mill verse. Unfortunately many poems can be likened to fledglings hopping and hopping, lacking full grown wings to soar high! Enjoyed much Mark! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 26, 2015

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