Thomas Green


The Birds - Poem by Thomas Green

My dad took me down the hall
To see the birds
To see the birds was his intent
See them, how they flit and twitter
How they dive into the long
Vessels like gourds
That are their nests
The bright red heads and yellow
Beaks chattering the unknown
Language.

Then he sat staring at me
While I, not content to see,
Began to visit with them
Forcing air around my tongue
Pursing static bursts of
Whistle and chirp
Between my lips
And he was transported
Across the divide between
Seeing and being.

Topic(s) of this poem: family

Form: Free Verse


Comments about The Birds by Thomas Green

  • Titto Mutunguti (11/3/2015 11:02:00 AM)


    This is sweet..i like it (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (11/2/2015 1:50:00 PM)


    I enjoyed this very much, Thomas. Thanks (Report) Reply

  • Fabrizio Frosini (11/2/2015 11:56:00 AM)


    distant memories resurfacing.. often the best for poetry..
    thanks for sharing, Thomas
    Cheers
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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 2, 2015



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