The Future Poem by Glen Kappy
The Future
Like the bird call
that I hear—
the unfamiliar one—
the one I follow
to a tree
then scan—
a flutter! —
blur! —
then it flies on.
The future, an unfamiliar bird call - very original. If only we could fly - maybe we could see the future better!
hey, laurie! thanks for commenting. it ever remains beyond our grasp- and maybe that's a good thing. be well! -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is a perfect poem of its kind, a brief poem which is pregnant with meaning. At first reading I thought the bird's flying away meant the subject was a missed opportunity. After re-reading I realized that was the message: the bird will always be elusive and we will always be alert and ready to seek it out. My task is identify those experiences so I am ready for them
interesting, daniel. i've been responding to a lot of ph comments today and came on the one above and thought, that sounds like daniel. and it was, is, you. yes, that bird like the future which we might strive to see eludes us. there's no way around it. we just have to wait till it becomes the present. good to read your comment. and thank you. -glen