An Aviator’s Avian Attraction: A Case Of FOD-Induced Turbine-Digestion...

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Open Poetry #50

An Aviator’s Avian Attraction: A Case Of FOD-Induced Turbine-Digestion...

Bluesy Socrateaser
Member Elite

since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

0 posted 2018-03-05 01:04 AM

Fly South, my beautifully benevolent birds...
Even you must sense the sky lowering upon this land
Empires are falling, and fading genders have become meaningless

My veranda, now covered in leaves, was once your sanctuary
Now, icy winds have slammed shut the doors to my charity
I hear you calling out my name, but I’m not really listening

Today my world ends, and by tomorrow I’ll be gone
I’ll no longer rebuke your raucous calling...no, not ever again
I wish you could fly away with me, my friends, beside me always...

…but you never would.

("FOD" - Foreign Object Damage)

...just bein' Bluesy

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

1 posted 2018-03-05 04:46 AM

Bluesy,
I got to tell you I was tracking you just fine until the third stanza where you are leaving got me kerfluffled. And since you aren't one to divulge the secrets of your poetry I'll just scratch my head and nod like I know what's going on. ~L

Bluesy Socrateaser
Member Elite

since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

2 posted 2018-03-05 05:48 AM

Just a little fiction mixed with non-fiction, Miss Lori.

The reality is I don't have a veranda, just a simple porch that some might call a deck.
It's a bit like me, more rustic-looking than pretty.

...just bein' Bluesy

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