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Flight of the Painted Bird
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Flight of the Painted Bird |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
From the time Robin was twelve or so this masterpiece was his aim; feathers collected and painted became His hobby, his life, his game. Only the white feathers he chose from birds he never saw he painted them colors of the sun of the butterfly and macaw. Glue held them to the wall of his room brilliant blue and red and green They shimmered in the evening light in a room no one had seen. He kept to himself since that terrible time when his father called him that name Hidden from the world he didn’t know From unspoken shame. His mother drank and left him alone Teachers gave him up long ago He spent his days painting his feathers until he felt it was time to go. He stood naked in front of the wall and saw in the mirror reflected a stunning sight, he told himself someone who would never be rejected. When the last feather dried and was glued in place He gazed triumphantly at his feat The colors bold and beautiful made his next goal feel so sweet. He removed his clothes and stood before the painted bird then hung himself with a nylon rope before his mother heard. They whispered for years about him Fag, queer and worse His mother burned the feathers before his body left in the hearse. The wind rustles now and then blowing a feather free and far away where the painted birds fly Robin cries: look at me! look at me! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I feel like I know this little bird...this is sad but wonderful and poignant... Big Hugs and a figure eight soar through the sky for you sharon.... |
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EagleOne Member Elite
since 2000-03-07
Posts 2829Between a laugh and a tear... |
Wow! This one really got to me, had to fight back a tear. It is just so sad..... "The heart and soul have no illusion of boundries when friendship is the quest" ~ My Angel. |
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marcos New Member
since 2000-11-22
Posts 8 |
this is so beautiful, i don't know what to say, its honestly, wow, i'm in shock..its amazing...I'm new here so i'm still figuring out how everything works, but i think you're poem, (if it isn't already) should definitely be on the main page, for more people to see...awesome |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Thank you for your kind comments. I'm glad it touched you - I know it reflects my position and that is not shared by everyone. But that's ok. I may post it to the main site, not sure...but thanks for thinking it's worthy.  |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
deVine one, it is indeed a rare pleasure to read your material in the Darkest of Passionate Forums. This one struck a definate chord which still rings true despite the neglect, dust and rust clinging tenaciously to my inner strand of stretched wire. |
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Hardrock Senior Member
since 2000-02-14
Posts 948New Hampshire, USA |
PDV...I know when I click on one of your poems that I will NEVER be disappointed. But this one....it's just beyond any words I could find to describe it. Stunning!!! Hardrock |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Whoa!!!! This is probably THE most impressive poem I have ever read in a LONG time! It touched me particularly because I live in a place where there is much alchohol and substance abuse. As a result, there are unwanted children everywhere. On the surface, they are awful creatures, breaking windows, beating innocent people up. But underneith, they are just like the boy in your poem. You should really get this published! Thank you for sharing. |
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firecrakker Member
since 2000-10-20
Posts 235Virginia |
This was a very wonderful surprise to read. The title drew me right in.. and the poem kept me glued to my seat. Great writing, friend. Sheila |
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