Feathers

Nobody knows how she felt
That day, the white feathered bird

Traveling from the north
With her wings soaring high

Until they cut down her feathers
With their sword of inhumanity

In silence, she cried out,
Hoping they might listen to

The sound of her tears falling,
But alas! poor bird

She did not know,
The place she was traveling

No longer belonged to her
Not even the wind

That once played with her
And carried her like a child

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is heartbreaking. What was it Wolfe said? "We can't go home again?" Maybe we shouldn't even try. But things familiar are so hard to let go in hopes of finding some lasting beauty, peace or love. Our unicorns and mermaids seem little more than fanciful dreams of fantasy. "I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each, I do not think that they will sing to me." T.S. Eliot

[Emily]

Lovely piece! Keep of the good work :)

[Isabella Ivy]

Tremendous write! Not even the wind belonged to her anymore. I've been there. Thanks you for the read :) I.I.

[apennylate]

Soul was packed into each line, and with each rhyme my mind soared with her, dipped low by feathers tearing... I was sworn to read her plight... Well penned...

[Krutika]

It has simple words but quite intricate emotions attached.. Very well phrased. :)

[Mel]

Very touching. It was simple yet had strong feeling.

[barleygirl]

I love this one! Your poetry is becoming more & more sophisticated . . . the "bird" analogy is well-done & carried smoothly thru-out the message. We must be on a similar wavelength, becuz I just posted a "bird" poem this morning! Great minds think alike, huh? (((HUGS)))

[Farmgirl]

What a harsh reality!

So sad.. and yet so true..

[Ted Kniffen]

Good one, Dhiman. Birds are the most beautiful of creatures, with a freedom of movement we can only dream of, but even birds feel loss. Good one

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Dhiman,
Beautiful humanity felt in every tear and tenuous vulnerability. You know this poem brought to my mind the reality of being aware that this life is not all about me. For we all share pain and common experiences which is shared help with the processing and getting through this life.
Beautiful writing! Kathy