A Bird Unknown

Poem of an unknown man

A Bird Unknown.

He walks alone

A path it seems that’s rarely understood

A bird unknown

And many would declare he is no good

Detachment strongly marked within his air

For foolish things he really has no care.

He be no Christian

Nor Buddhist, nor a Moslem nor a Jew

But hear his wisdom

Then you may learn some things you always knew

Within the murky swamp the Lotus grows

From the mud there comes the beauty of a rose.

He marches to the rhythm of an unknown drum

And he often seems to wander from the crowd

And often with the words he says he causes such a hum

It maybe that his message is too loud.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Interesting imagery calls up similarities to both Buddha and Thoreau. A portrait of the path of an individualist. Well done.