This Bird, This Metaphor Poem by Ben Partenay
This Bird, This Metaphor
There is the question of life and I
Questioned it again on my way to
The next town, somewhere in between
This place and wherever this road
Takes me, and I drew a bird once with
Only one wing and it flew in circles on
My page, around and around and finally
Gave up and sat just lead and lines
And now I follow these lines, this gray road
To another place where I will find yet
Another metaphor for life, it is a compass
Without a north, it is a lie without
A point, it is a grit toothed smile
It is a sunset without a moon, it is one
Step after one step, left than right, than
Circle and circle and slowly, slowly fade
gray-coated morning, afternoon. this runs so smooooooth, Ben. like, put it to music - & it erupts to life. care, sjg
Poetry IS a bird with one wing! I guess the way forward is to make it happy enough to sing if it can't fly free. I hear you singing here - you're flying!
I like the gray mood of this one. No bird is free even from the prison of the sky. Very touching, Ben. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra
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4/20/2024 10:43:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Somber. Horizon bending haze of dusty life drifting off every word. I could only wish I was standing on a dirt road squinting into the sunset reading these lines, slapping my hat against my thigh in time to the countdown of my own heart. Bravo.