The Other Bird Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

The Other Bird

Rating: 5.0


The other bird am I. I belong to nobody,
I don’t wake up and depart just to fetch food,
and then get back to sleep and wake up anew.

It’s a disgrace for me to falter and stall in the air.
I insist on trying that trembling difficult curve,
to glide low, to set higher then to palpitate.
When I fall I learn my wings how to support me,
how to overpass any monotony and the vertigo.
Even hungry, I’m healthy with what I learn;
What matters is the flight, higher or deeper.

The other bird am I; they have problem to believe me
when I tell ‘the stomach sticks you drowsy on ground’.

Yet, who believed Leonardo da Vinci that would fly?
Or the paralyzed physicist who flies with his eyelashes? *
Have I my wingy Doultsinea to believe in me and then
I can borrow the imagination of heaven for my vision.

Believe and fly: the wings that dare are the winners.
And do warble: is the divine way for you to breathe.



© JosephJosephides

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
* Stephen William Hawking (1942-) is an English theoretical physicist, cosmologist, author and Director of Research at the Centre for Theoretical Cosmology within the University of Cambridge. He has scientific works on gravitational singularity theorems on the emit radiation of black holes (Hawking radiation) on cosmology related to the general theory of relativity and quantum mechanics. Hawking has a motor neuron disease related to amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) , and is almost entirely paralysed; he communicates through a speech generating device and can function his specially designed computer with his glance.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ivy Christou 22 September 2008

Mou arese tromera afto to poiima, isos giati vriskome se periodo antikomformismou pou thelo na dokimaso ta dika mou ftera. Asximo pragma to katestimeno. All the best, HBH

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Luis Gil 22 September 2008

Inspiring poem. Birds are meant to fly by themselves. The caged bird sings the free bird flies... I wonder what the other birds are like....

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Edgar Andrade Baguio 22 September 2008

Finally I read most of your recommendations like this one.. 'it is the flight that matters-higher deeper' indeed it is...you have this brilliant line almost at the heart of the poem. Well proportioned. Deep.

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Marianna Jo Arolin 21 September 2008

At the risk of overworking the word awesome, I say your poem is awesome. 'I insist on learning how to stand on my wings when I fall'. 'Believe and fly.' Wonderfully penned...Marianna Jo Arolin

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Shimon Weinroth 21 September 2008

very interesting I liked the allusions to Cervantes and Da Vinci even if your not an orinthologist you are quite perceptive about our winged compatriots with whom we share the planet,

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Ceren Bogac 02 December 2008

Dear Joseph, your poem made me think `what shall be the divine way for me to breathe? `. What I always believed was; there is always poet’s blood in poems. That’s why love always bleeds with poems… I haven’t read all your poems yet; but I can feel your passion more than your bleed in your poems.

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Kesav Easwaran 03 October 2008

'I can borrow the imagination of heaven for my vision'...good line...theme- optimistic self reliance...a poem neat and well written 10

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Nora Eason 27 September 2008

Beautiful poem, I love birds.

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PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE 27 September 2008

profound well done......10

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Callie Carroll 27 September 2008

Thank you for the time and response to my 'Bird' poem. Yours is truly inspiring. My new anthem-'Do Warble.'

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