Lines composed a few miles above the front door of the Tropicana

Oh poor bird, thy flight was wasted...

Under a cloth of gentle light

Bathe in the pond, one bird, no flight

Upon my head, a misty sigh

I am the bird that does not fly

 

A broken wing, a shattered dream

Reflect heaven in her white gleam

I peck across horizon’s eye

I am the bird that does not fly

 

I step onto the neon ledge

Upon my beak the reaper’s pledge

A lonely call from up on high

I am the bird that does not fly

 

A tragic smile upon my face

The fall of old into your space

Unto the earth, I cannot lie

I am the bird that cannot fly

 

I pass the glass, reflected fears

Within their eyes, uneasy tears

Around my neck, no noose to tie

I was the bird that could not fly

 

My wing is healed, but still I dive

Twist and fall to my demise

I smile wide and kiss the sky

I am the bird that will not fly

 

The ground appears, a golden path

I burn into his ashen wrath

I taste the fear fall from my eye

I am the bird that must not fly

 

Into the ground a peaceful rest

My soul returned into my nest

A coward’s worth, a muffled cry

I am the bird that did not fly

 

Under the shade, there is no light

There is no joy and no delight

No end in death, my faint decry

Tricked by life, I chose to die

Reviews

[Crowley]

I am captivated by your ability to stoke the fires of emotion with an unendning supply of weaponry that incldues a napalm bomb (your usual favorite tactic), and this wire trip booby trap of a poem. I was caught off guard and blown to smithreens with the taste of meloncholy dripping from the sides of my mount like an old man chewing tobacco and forgetting to spit. True talent lies in the ability to get a message across whatever the tone or style that is chosen. You are a crazy talent.

[Coffee Vampier]

I may not be the best at reviews but i know art when i see it. your imagery was captivating, your emotion spilled out into a lovely water fall that flowed with the greatest of ease, an amazing write! lovely.

[OT]

I read this the other day, and now coming back for another spin ha - I think it's genius - " I am the bird that did not fly" - then sweeping out a bit to show the bird - the life - the descent - I love the "could not" and "must not" - it just steers it in a completely new way and opens up another few layers for us - then the melancholic end - brilliant rhyme - boo - as always you're too good, now do one!!

[CrochetRie]

Totally blown away and in awe of the absolute talent! Love it!

[Bare Bohemian]

Wtf is this s**t? Who are you and what did you do with Monroe?

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Moving, spellbinding and enrapturing from beginning to end.

[Andrew Scorah]

Is this the Monroester showing his softer side, this is a fantastic poem, sad and poignant. Pleasntly surprised, don't ever stop the ink flowing. If we touch one person in life is that not enough?

[Christie Moses]

lyrical and like sipping doleful drops from a broken cup. It spoke to that moody side of me that always bleeds a bit in the back corner. Wings don't always fly....and life doesn't always soar as it should.
This is kickass poetic.
The refrain is brilliant.

[roarke]

Tropicana? Vegas? Interesting setting. I don't think we're talking about a bird here, being the master at the obvious that I am.

Runaways? Call girls? Performers? or anyone else caught up in the ice glitter that is Vegas. All lost dreams.... kissing the sky. indeed.

on top of all that, there is the rhythm here, the form, the tone, bangin' on all the cylinders with a double over head cam and quatro valves. Or in retrospect, a touch of the proverbial velvet glove.
Reminds me a slight bit of Lou Reed.
Classic song material. Better send it to Lou.

oh, bravo.

[Veronica Chandler]

This piece took me on a wild ride and I am ever so greatful for the journey. Such an unexpected and awsome little piece of yourself. Loved the repeating lines "Cannot, will not, must not, and did not fly." Absolutely cool!

[Nobody.]

:) Interesting. A suicide jingle of sorts. Make me want to cry to the tune of the Silver Spoons song. Is that weird?

Is it sad when a suicidal person makes peace with their choice?

hmmmm.

I like this. It bothers me. Makes me think. And, you can dance to it.....weather permitting.

Cheers!
Daffy Duck's Scrotum