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
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....
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.
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
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,
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.
'I can borrow the imagination of heaven for my vision'...good line...theme- optimistic self reliance...a poem neat and well written 10
Thank you for the time and response to my 'Bird' poem. Yours is truly inspiring. My new anthem-'Do Warble.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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